We're at some sort of outdoor sporting event or concert. Dave is there in a wheelchair, and he suddenly tips over on the uneven grass. I'm holding something and I don't have time to even try to catch him. He's helpless to do anything about it either, except to slam solidly to the ground. I help him get up, but he exposes himself in the process, so it's pretty embarrassing.

We are at a school, I think, and I take a stroll up the hill to other parts of the school for some reason. I pass Jacki and laugh, as a way of being friendly but not talking to her directly. She's later, but she laughs also as we pass on our ways.

I'm wondering about the schedule of some other event, perhaps a basketball game. So I go where those are. Then I can't get back to the fields where we were - seems I always make this mistake, going down to the bottom of the campus, when there is no through passage. So I have to go up and around, but it turns out I don't have to go very far. Just a little ways up, there is a stone wall with Romanesque arches which lets me out to the parking lot. When I get back to the concert lawn, everybody is waiting for me and asking where I've been.