FryingMan

+ (f) I'm looking at the skin of my lower back which is itchy [true], I see some small raised red bumps

+ (impression) camping? wet/muddy roads?

+ I'm new on the job in some (factory?) where they weigh things precisely. One of the things weighed is some food, but I inexplicably take a bite of a tray of food with some hot dogs on it, knowing that this change in weight will mess up our readings. I manage to find the willpower to put the hot dog back on the dish.

There's some celebration. The old guys and some new guys are going out. I'm jealous, and wish they'd include me in the festivities. Someone who is not going to eat the party food offers to give me (her?) plate.

I'm watching some anime, still pictures, that I notice when you play in a loop look like the characters are having sex. I'm lying down holding a blanket over the screen so no one will see. A kid from the cubical next to me raises up the blanket forcefully in order to see what I'm watching and I try to hide it but he sees. He crawls under the blanket with me and says that he has some stuff even better, he'll give it to me on a flash drive. I think this stuff is illegal. Then there is some plot to give the flash drive to a secretary who will then give it to me and when I accept it I will be arrested. I'm trying to figure out some way out of this.

DO view of young people talking, one is a young woman who is trying to warn me of the danger of my situation.

Some kind of game-show like situation I'm playing, involving getting the timing right on getting flashing lights to align properly, then the shapes emerge from the emitter, travel along a path on the ceiling, make a 90-degree right turn and merge with other patterns on another track, and go forwards a short distance, takes another 90 degree right turn and moves along another track, back to the scoring gate which is on the same board as the emitter. At that point a score is displayed.
Because of the trouble I'm in with the flash drive, my score of 45,000 is reduced: an animated (moose? deer?) character shaking it's head in disappointment emerges on the screen, takes the 45,000 points away off-screen, and comes back with 4,500 point display, which is all I get.

I'm in the shower with a girl, I'm washing her and drying her off, she leaves to go to meet someone else?

+ elevator

I'm taking the elevator, I'm in an office building and I'm leaving work for the day, a few others are taking the elevator as well. I'm looking at the choice of floors to go to, initially I press "1" since I plan to leave, but then my attention is caught by the descriptions of the other floors. There are bars and restaurants, and one is something like "Cabaret -- dancing girls!" I choose that one, but since I earlier pressed "1" the elevator skips is and goes down.

Then the elevator seems to be just a platform moving between floors with no walls or ceiling. The levels are large open rooms, with differently colored sumptuous materials like marble. A few people are drinking beers at a long bar. I feel how I'm moving up and down, and I think this is great practice for learning to levitate in dreams . I get off on one floor that has a buffet of large fruits and vegetables.

+ druggies

Outdoor urban street scene. I'm crossing the street, and step down from the curb. In the road is lying on her back a (naked? topless at least, flat-chested) young woman with brown skin, a man is hovering over her, trying to get her up but she just flops around unconscious. I "remember" [false] that she is a local druggie/alcoholic and think there's not much we can do.

I then notice a very erratically behaving man in his late 20's or early 30's, dark hair and eyebrows. He is ecstatic and obviously on some drugs. He declares, "I've been trippin' since yesterday!"

A young man (late teens) sees this and voices his approval: "Yeah! Yeah!"
I want to discourage this approval of the drug lifestyle and say "Yeah, until you start barfing blood!"

Young druggy: "Nah, man, I never let myself get out of control. How old was your old man when he was 18?"

Me: "My old man was 18 when he was 18 and never did any drugs!"

young druggy: "Ah, he was old school!"