I'm in some anonymous American city, where I have just arrived for an all-week trade event, but I've brought my dogs in the car. I seem to recognize the city from a previous dream. I park and walk across a long park, separating the street from the building where I have to check in for the event. I look around for where to check in, but I don't think I figure that out, and then I go back out because I'm concerned about my dogs. They are loose and running around the park, but I remark on how good they are, staying in the park and not running in the street.

It seems that I forgot about what to do with the dogs when I'm busy with the trade event. It's cool at home, so I thought I would be leaving them in the car, but it's too hot here to do that. I'm not sure what I will do with them.

I'm back in the building, and there's a heavy girl there in a dark shirt, doing a job with some apparatus like a spray gun that you put on the end of a garden hose. She places it on my back between my shoulder blades as if threatening to shoot me, and I brace in expectation of something like an electric shock. Then she laughs and discharges it at herself, which gets her shirt wet around the collar and down toward her sagging breasts.

I realize that I am dreaming so I start kissing her and grabbing her boobs, but she walks off, and when I'm looking for her I only see a very ugly skinny old woman coming up the stairs.

Later I find myself on the back of a moped, driven by my brother Steve, along with one of my nieces, a pre-teen. I don't remember how we got here or where we are going, but we are driving uphill through a familiar city, apparently to see our friend Rod Gregg. I guess I'm ok with that.

I remember that Rod has a child, and tell my niece (who is maybe just a younger version of my sister Petra) that I think Rod has a child about her age.