FryingMan

+ swarms of snakes in (hotel) room on bed, leave room, re-enter, look for them, find them in bundles in the corners of the room and under desks, one bites me

+ submerged in the "murky", small pool, get out, open up the cover. Doesn't seem all that murky to me.

+ S2 with super weird eyes, go down stairs, kids (S1) in bed with (my parents?), I hide under sheet beyond foot of bed and someone (wife?) walks by me and stumbles over me

+ girl in bathroom short haired blonde says something (in German?) to me, I say "what!?" but she leaves I'm lying horizontally across multiple sinks and shampooing my very long hair. Get up, dry my privates beneath towel, to go to sauna and girl gets in front of me into sauna area but it's under construction, I'm confused about where I am and where things are that should be here

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+ S2 can't find lego, in the room with the super loud A/C, it must be here, there are large brick-sized pieces of colorful lego and I tell him he should use those to build with, he wants to find the "swamp-colored" sheet/poncho where there were big boxes of legos find the switch in the wall to turn off A/C, it's a rough hole in the drywall. I tell someone else about the swamp/camo-colored poncho later.

+ outside with French teens near bus, run to building, fly to 2nd floor balcony I'm racing against an opponent to the 2nd floor I'll surely win, but aim low and have trouble pulling up to the balcony he wins, I'm inside and invent a flying game with ball fly towards floor really see it and play around. Later I see a hand puppet with adult writing on it and coloring on it and try to read it and the mother who wrote it comes by

Outside on the street, a large truck comes by and all the kids race towards it, I try to scream "get back!" but can't speak, I motion with my arms not to get too close but they swarm the back of the truck as it approaches the sidewalk from the yard backwards.

Someone runs for an athletic move up over the back of someone else out on the street. Inside the room, I say to others, "can you imagine what would happen if you tried going over the back on the president of the US?" I imagine you'd be swarmed by secret service agents. Then Obama is there doing something goofy, climbing on someone's back, he gets down and straightens his golf shirt and walks away from me, heading outside. I think he's a goofy scrawny pencil-necked geek.

+ wife almost steps on "the baby" lying in between sharp coral rocks, I pick it up and wonder what to do with it

+ the (detective?) called on his phone for a drink by buddy, but he's been drinking already (cheap bourbon, some vodka, something else). I'm bodily there but just observe, then tell the story to a fairly attractive young asian woman who's sitting with a different group to the side of the same room

+(f) I see an outdoor covered pathway. It is either covered from the rain, or is covered by a sheet of running water. I try to make out the faces of the people beneath the water.

+ outdoors the board of the company is killed by explosives, the large board table with the board members fly hundreds of feet up into the sky and turn upside down and fall to the ground. Those sitting in the gallery to the side move forwards and are unharmed. Later there is a reception for the dead, lots of people, they notice me (a relative?) and I feel a bit like crying.

+ sitting down to eat in a fancy restaurant booth table very crowded with people, some of which have overly skinny/narrow heads, I sit on the corner edge of the right bench. Look under the table bumping feet with people, you're supposed to take off your shoes and put them in a container at the end of the table (room side), we're eating stuff. But the food it turns out was supposed to be individually boxed portions, each one about $3000 fixed menu, but I wonder why the boxes were opened up and we were served on common platters instead.

+ kids who play my instrument, just learning, visiting my house, candle light, want to play duet, get music, put together music stand, recorder stand, see two playing mine, one holding it like a flute. I hear the duet [accurately] in my mind and perfectly in my head, I hope my music is still there in my case, I find it and head down but wake up