Throwing a frisbee in the circle outside the complex. It’s wonky, and we have to chase it and avoid cars. Diane sits down and tells someone with shaking hands they have some odd condition. I say I have shaky hands and she says it’s stress, then sits in my lap. She says to stop touching her throat.
In some messy apartment getting ready to move. Some creepy guy with long hair is using clippers inside a plastic bag on his head. Go into another room. The guy comes flying down the hall with the clippers trailing behind, into the bathroom, and rams into the wall, falling into the bathtub. E goes to help, and I go into another room and stand in the close corner.