FryingMan

+ sneaking up to enemy base, must retreat, firing grenades from launchers while the enemy fired mortars, turning into full Tribes 1 battle with inventory stations

my wife is confronting children hiding guns behind their backs, I yell at her from cover to grab their guns and ammo, by now she has built up a large collection of confiscated weapons

+ force bubble trapping of bad guy planning a plot against the jedi (he could control the standard on/off switch on their lightsabers)

Then we're at a pool table and wracking up the balls. But there are only solid plus the nine-ball which means we can only play nine-ball, but then only two people can play

+ stuffing a letter into an exposed mail bag of a moving mail truck, it keeps slipping out

+ epic at the beach
- address encryption, leading to an outdoor location

- the path there (curved, under trees), some people (older folks) stray off the path and go forwards

- 2-layer false memory, didn't recognize place, which I realized was false, I in fact did recognize the location (but this was a false memory).

- arrive expecting beautiful blue water but the water is 100's of yards receded from what I "remember" and very dangerous waves

- meet JM who does gymnastic bend and sticks his head in to the water and bites the spine of a sea urchin (it's a dare thing that "everybody" is doing these days), I ask him what it tasted like, he answers "like fire." I say "not surprising, it was probably poisoned," "Yes it probably was " he agrees. Then I say I'd never mess with sea anemones, and see progressively larger and larger ones on rocks, which I say are freaky like spiders, with scary long tentacles each one striped with different colors. Then I'm saying to no one in particular how you can't trust sea creatures that apparently are holding on to the rocks, they could at any point jump off to engulf their prey. And I'm telling (my son?) to avoid the huge, room-sized anemone that could eat a man.

- lying in the warm, soft, fine, clean, tan sand with dream bride. "luxurious liver" vs. "luxurious sand" in foreign language

- beautiful new dream bride who speaks a foreign language and I"m learning hers while she's learning English, think of the amusing and perhaps troublesome situations that can arise from language misunderstandings

- the disappointing catalog (burned pages, and the key pages describing how to make money are all missing) and the shrimp lobster (guy says too small, but an old man appears and says he couldn't eat it all in one sitting

- the girls get together and sing a song about living in hard conditions without access to modern conveniences, and explain that this is the reason they completely spend the husbands' paychecks every month

- my dream bride is making her favorite dish at a makeshift kitchen on the beach, using a sort of grinder handle, and out pops porridge with little colorful chunks of dried fruit. Nobody of the group likes it and ignores her.

late:

+ indoor space, I'm thinking of engaging a girl and then walking away, but then I think I might get in trouble, and some people are setting up cameras to watch me

+ in a crowd my bag is missing, was it stolen or did I leave it at home? I feel one guy right up against me from behind and I turn and quickly grab him in my arms and frisk him searching for my bag, he's wearing long robes. I frisk another one in robes, I can't find it. I put my stuff on a shelf, tell friends to watch it, tell them again, return home, climbing stairs I see 3 women moving a heavy carpet (up/down?), I think I should help them but I'm in a hurry to find my bag to I step around them and continue up the stairs.

home is in my childhood home basement, I can't see my bag, I sense an intruder, I see a guy up behind the piano in the shelves near the exposed dirt, and I scream "get out of here mother%^%$er!" comes at me can't dial 911 keeps coming out wrong number 918, 938, finally get it right and start talking but he comes up to me I fall/sit back on stairs he says "did you report the red & blue pills?", then I realize he's blackmailing me, my favorite childhood things, I say "no," then I say "yes, over a year ago, I haven't heard anything else back," then I realize I'm rich as I can then sell the drugs.