I was at a scientist’s house. He was showing me a flying car he was working on. It wasn’t quite finished yet. He handed me a jet pack and said, “Here. You can play with this.” I strapped it on and hit the button. It lifted me off the ground but just barely a few feet. I pressed the button harder and kicked with my feet and was able to get it up into the air. I flew around carefully avoiding the million power lines crisscrossing above me.
Eventually I had gone quit a distance and saw that the fuel level was getting low. I turned around to go back but had totally lost my way. The fuel gauge started beeping so I found a place to land just barely in time before the jet pack ran out of fuel. Now I was walking but had no idea how to get back. I didn’t even know the scientist’s name so I could look up his address and return the pack to him.
I was with a friend who wanted to go for a motorcycle ride. Neither of us owned motorcycles and he had never driven one. Suddenly he had his so I got mine. We were out riding between towns. It was very dangerous. It started to rain as we came down a large hill. He pulled off into a grassy area. There was someone else with us. I had something wrong with the wiring in my headlight so I started to fix it. I asked for a hand with it and they started clapping. I always hated that joke.