Walking back home in Long Beach, go through a bar. Walk past Room Howard and someone else. We go to the next bar and my friend wants to get their arteriography. He has a plan and goes back. I walk to the street and a bunch of cops come up to me and accuse me of meeting someone else. I shore them my off and they leave, My friend comes up and I ask if that was the scam-he said yes and another person wants to do it too.
At the gym on an off day. Want to try a me move. Load up a barbell and do it. Rest and someone else uses the weight. I go to use it again and we talk about it.
At a party, sitting in a room with headphones. A series of couples come in and last on the floor next to the bed, then leave. One pair of girls stays and asks what I’m doing.
Get on a bunch of buses-we’re in the last one. Look out the back and pick up a purse strap. A girl sees something fall from the bus, jumps off to get it. I run to the front to get the driver to stop and ask the buses stop. A guy is yelling about it.
In a plane that’slanding, but there’s no runway. It lands/crashes on a road next to a collapsed building. I say something about two disasters next to each other.