Walking down a path with a bin of stuff. We know there’s a storm coming. Look to the left and we can see the line of clouds, coming fast. We start to run to get to a shelter. We get there just as the rain starts. Hang out for a bit, then start to leave.
Getting set up to fly, put out a bunch of lines, then go to get the kites. Come back, and the lines are gone. I see a woman and she says she threw them away. I start yelling at her to give them back over and over and over. Her husband tries to mock me because the winders are made of paper.