What am I searching for?

Running along a country road, there are house every so often set far back from the road. A guy jogging comes up from behind me. He says something as he approaches. But instead of passing, he matches my pace beside me and keeps talking. And talking and talking. I speed up a bit, but he matches my pace. I run faster and pull ahead. I can still hear him babbling behind me, so I keep going faster until I’m running faster than possible. It’s like I’m flying on the ground, then I’m running on all fours like a leopard.
I slow down when I come up to the outskirts of a town. I walk behind a convenient store and steal a 10 speed bike that leaning against the railing of the ramp leading up to the back door between the dumpster and the loading dock.

I’m working at Disney World, but instead of one of the parks, I’m in a huge warehouse. I walk past rows of dusty bicycles leaning against one another. And start to sort through a pile of stacked golf bags. They’re the same style my Dad and Grandfather had in the late seventies and early eighties. I don’t see anything that interests me, so I walk on coming up to rows and rows of old pool tables jammed up against each other. I see old billiard balls covered in dust on a few tables and consider sticking a few in my pockets. But I walk on without grabbing any. I pass more pool tables and they start getting less old. I see lights ahead, which turn out to be glowing neon beer signs as I get closer. The pool tables are newer and spread out more. I’m now walking through a pool hall that seems to be located in the far end of the warehouse. A group of friends calls out to me from a corner table. They’re drinking beer and as I walk over, a tall black guy I don’t recognize greets me like an old friend. He knows me, but I can’t place him.

At a hotel with a group of friend about to go out. It is a mix of girls and guys we know. As we leave the casino, one of the girls starts flirting with me at the end of the night. She wants to make plans to meet, but I’m staying at a different place the next night.