Nazrax

Chinese restaurant
My parents are eating at a fairly nice Chinese restaurant. I tell them about my family's experience there. We went, but thing didn't go well with the kids. We were disappointed, since it was supposed to be a treat dor them. I realize that there's no way we would have bought them all dinner, since that would be a great deal of money, so we must have fed them at home, then brought them and gotten them an appetizer (probably some egg rolls). Later, we're driving by the restaurant where my parents are and see a sign that the main parking lot is full and pointing to the backup lot. I wonder if they're still in there. We're taking a short-cut through the parking lot, about to make a left turn at the end, crosssing the street into what looks like a neighborhood entrance.

Now I'm walking through the restaurant. There's one long table running the length with people sitting all along its length. As I'm walking along it, I reach my parents. Mom is working on a plate of egg roll cut into tiny pieces, with a dipping sauce on the side.


An unusual purchase
I'm surreptitiously trying to get twenty dollars to get ???. I manage to get my father-in-law to transfer the money to one of my online accounts. Now I'm on a commuter rail, coming up to my stop. If anyone has a stop, he has to push a button so the train will stop; otherwise it'll go straight past. I see the buttons for the stop before mine pop up; it has 2 arrows on it, pointing left and right. Someone else pushes it elsewhere in the car, and the train slows down for his stop. Now the info for my stop is up, but there's only one button. I wonder if maybe it's only on one side of the car, then I realize that the car has doors front and back and the front-most door isn't going to be available for use. I grab my stuff and head back to the rear door just as we get to the platform. The rear door opens, though the train isn't actually stopped, only slowed down. I jump out before the doors have a chance to close on me. I'm not actually positive I got the right stop, but I look across the platform and see another train with the name of the station printed on it (Tell? Tenn??). I got the right station.

Now I'm in a small kitchen area trying to pay for what I came to get. There's a price sheet on the counter; the stuff is in containers in the dish washer. I see coin slots cut into cheap plastic containers on the counter, each for a different item; but the one I need doesn't have a container. Some other people are making jests at my expense. Eventually I figure out / am told that, for the item I want, the guy sitting in the dining room needs to have the payment electronically transferred to him. I pull up the appropriate app on my phone, but I've never used it before and have no idea what to do. I try to catch his attention, but he's on a call. Eventually he's done and I talk to him before he can get back into his activity. He's amused by my ignorance and starts to work me through it. I ask if he has an account with ??? and he confirms that he does - that makes things easier on me, since I have an account there too. Now I'm typing in his name (oddly, there's a note that user names on this service must start with a vowel, which his does: E). Each of his products is sixteen (sixteen what? I don't know), and I need two, so I'm sending him thirty-two.

Now I'm sitting on an enclosed porch with my in-laws and wife. My father-in-law is saying that since I still have a dollar left I should ???. I don't know where he got that impression, since I planned beforehand how much I would need and used it all. The topic of conversation changes; now I'm looking at a plate with 2 fried eggs, one of which isn't fully cooked. I try to use my fork to scrape off the partially cooked white to the side of the plate.



Mosquito tent
I'm on a parking lot in a "camping area." Nearby, a company is setting up a gigantic mosquito free tent. Now I'm in the tent. A "hallway" runs along one edge of the tent to doors at each end. A door in the middle of this hallway leads into a perpendicular hallway that leads further into the tent. Immediately to the left of that hallway is a large sitting room. My wife is in there, working on her knitting. Further on in that hallway, and to the right in other rooms, they're spraying a very fine mist of mosquito repellent. My wife reminds me that I'm holding some papers (a notebook?) and that if I go into those rooms, the papers will get wet. I wonder about that - are they spraying that much of the mist? - but I try to think of somewhere I can leave the papers. Eventually I realize I can leave them in the sitting room that doesn't have the spray.

Now I'm ready to go further into the tent. My father-in-law is with me, and he says that he can't go any further because he has a very bad reaction to the chemical they're spraying. A guy walks past us wearing a "bunny suit" and I realize my FIL could wear one of those to protect him. Now we're walking around the inner areas of the tent. He's wearing a bunny suit, though he's not wearing the hood. We round a corner and see a room filled with people working at computer stations (also in bunny suits), and I realize we're looking at the tent's control room. I'd love to get a closer look, but I know we shouldn't be here, so we turn around and head the other way.

Now I'm in another corner of the tent with Peter. This area is some kind of shop. Another couple of people I don't know come in and get something; I look at what they get. My friend opens a box and pulls out some brightly colored chalky cubes; we realize too late they're not meant to be handled without protection, and that they can cause skin irritation. He puts them back, then wipes his fingers across the countertop, leaving behind yellow streaks. I spot a sink in the back corner of the room, and I advise him to wash his hands, but he isn't too bothered by the chalky stuff. He finds some kind of electronic component and we both look at it.

Now we want to leave. We're trying to figure out where we are in the tent and how to get back out. I have a general sense of where we walked, but no certain idea.


Fragments
I'm in the basement doing something; someone is with me. People come in upstairs and take control of some of the rooms. I debate about whether to grab a hammer and go up to try to help, but the other person in the basement with me convinces me not to. I really need to use the bathroom, but the bathroom down here is still only stubbed out. Everything is very white.


I'm in a gym area. Doug is trying to teach the little kids soccer, but it's not going well since getting set up takes almost the entire scheduled time. Even now, there are still kids without shoes on. Somehow in the same context, a woman is running a discussion forum of some sort. There's some dissatisfaction with the forum - she has a fairly tight rein on it, and she's slow to moderate - and another woman is looking to set up a clone forum, pledging to be better about things.


Something about an annoying girl with magical powers, and also about dragons. When a review gives a dragon a bad mark, the dragon tries to eat the reviewer. Even if the review is providing detail, say in clearing up confusion, the dragons don't like it. I post a review and manage to word it in a way the dragons don't mind.