Arranged meeting

I am driving my car around a field taking pictures of four abandoned VW beetles. I’m driving in circles to take pictures from different angles. When I pull out to leave the gate is closed and a car is waiting in the drive. A man gets out and I get out to apologize. He acts angry and says that he is going to call my parents. I kinda laugh , then lie and say I’m 31 years old, my parents are dead. With this the man seems to get friendlier and says to follow him, we’re going to take care of this. He takes me down and across the road to an old garage. He is evidentially a mechanic. We go into a room off the garage, it looks like an unused store. There are boxes of nails on shelves and old street signs hanging about. The man’s daughter is in the room, she looks to be in her 40s. The man says we’re done here, but it doesn’t seem like I’m supposed to leave. I keep standing there looking around and wondering what I’m supposed to do.

Boom with the boss

Jan inviting Brooke and I to her Fourth of July party.

Rocking out

At beach, sitting on a rock. The rock hovers into the air then flies higher and higher. I am holding on, hanging from the edge of the rock, my body dangling below it. Some one is flying near me on another rock. We think about dropping to a river below, but we are too high and the current is going the wrong way. The rock drifts down slowly and as it approaches the ground, I step gently onto the sand and out of the way. The rock turns into a motorcycle as it touches the ground and drives away.