FryingMan

+ (f) something in a (Mexican?) restaurant

+ (epic) On a small golf course set in Africa, the narrator says despite the conditions it's a fairly good course. There's one guy putting there. The country is some N-letter African country like Nigeria or Namibia.

I look around, and notice the vegetation is strange, exotic, fairly sparse, like it's a dry region. I see rolling hills running far into the distance over a huge open plain.

I'm near a ridge up ahead, and I hear the roar of a raging torrent of water down in the valley beyond the ridge, I love big rivers so I run to the tip of the ridge and look out over a massive river valley with a huge river running through it. The river starts to flood, and I turn and starting running. Then I start flying.

I'm flying around some buildings trying to keep my bearings trying to find the way back to where I started. I sense where I'm going is up ahead and a bit to the right.

Then I'm in a room in a building, I'm trying to get out of here. There's a guy talking to me but there is really loud music playing at the same time and I'm yelling at him over the music to turn it off, eventually it gets turned off. I'm telling him about the flood heading this way and point out the window, the wall of water in the distance is approaching, we can see.

I'm searching for the phone number of the place to call that will suck me through the phone out of there like in The Matrix. I think it's the number for some Mexican-sounding restaurant that starts with A or B. I imagine I could google it but never do.

I'm a captive here. My captor enters and I'm attaching a long jigsaw blade to the power knife and it goes up and down a big I show this to him and this is how I will cut all the meat. I get the guy to leave me alone, so I can continue searching for the phone number that will get me out of here.

He comes in again and I plead with him to leave so I can plan my escape more. There is a tall pile of large gold coins (chocolate?) on the table and I take a handful and put them in my pocket, this will help me somehow, the guy sees me and tells me to put them back.

At long last I see my chance for escape. The doors to the garden outside is open and there is a short piece of ground heading down a bit and then over a drop and I plan to go out and fly away.
I walk outside and take some running steps and launch myself out into the air and start gliding away. I'm not going very fast and this concerns me. (I imagine I have jet engines coming out of my feet? Doesn't help). I'm a few hundred yards away from the house and I look back over my shoulder, to see if I'm being pursued, and I see the launch of a small thing that rapidly approaches me.

I catch it in my hand, it's a small (mechanized?) bird with a poison bite. I ask it if it wants to come with me to California. It has a cartoon face with two dots for eyes and a line for a mouth. It "nods its head" yes, but then it still tries to bite me, so I squish it in my hands.

A bit later I'm flying down into fog, but there are some pursuit vehicles behind me with glowing magenta engines. I hope I'll lose them in the fog.

+ climbing up a hill covered with grass, there are strange hexagonal cushioned sections set into the ground and this reminds me of the place I was before. At the top I do something with my old Boy Scouts sleeping bag.