Dream 1
I had gone away from my boss BS and my co-worker DE (?) who were fighting against each other as some martial arts training. They would speak really quickly and then really slowly so that I could never understand them.
I had gone somewhere and was now coming back. BS and DE (who looked more like father and son) were playing basketball, but for the same kind of training as before. They were still talking fast then slow.
I thought I would get in the game by doing a slam dunk and showing BS and DE how good I was. But I jumped from way far back. I was at first uncertain whether I could sustain my leap. But I soon grew concerned whether I would be able to pull myself down in order to perform the slam dunk (with what ball?).
I floated way over the hoop, with BS and DE watching, up to the top of some evergreen tree. My toe touched the end of one of the branches, and I "leapt" from off that, to take a weird, curving route into a side yard (apparently we were in front of a house). The house and yard were enormous.
I landed and leapt again. I "leapt" in a squiggly pattern, following around, in the air, dishes of food that lay on the ground. A family who was "barbecueing" on the lawn suspected me of trying to eat their food. I was trying to convince them in my flight that I didn't care about their food.
I was sitting in a pit in the ground. It was dug in a cylinder. Some other people sat in there with me, possibly my mom or my friend PD. We were taking pieces of sandstone/flagstone, about six inches wide, roughly triangular, i.e.
and laying them on the bottom of the pit.
The pit must have been deep or it must have had deep holes in its floor. We had already laid layers of flagstone over the pit's holes. But the floor was not as tight as we needed it. Smoke rose through the floor and through the cracks beneath the flagstone. This meant that when water was poured in the pit it would fall through the floor and ruin the whole project. For some reason I felt like a roasted pig.
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