On a river, controlling a small plane. It has trouble taking off, and doesn’t climb at all. I finally turn around and set it back down
Walk down a hill to a party. Bob H is there, and I talk to him. I pull out a pack of smokes, but they keep falling apart. The pack does too, and I try to gather up the cigarettes. I go back up, and someone brings the rest wrapped in paper.
Ordering coffee at a window. I pull out bills to pay, and the person talks to me about old handheld electronics. I feel old and look disheveled.