We're swimming at a water park, myself and a group of people who are indistinct. We are running one course, which is fast and exciting. We take a break, and together are discussing whether we are finished. I point out there is another course, which is much slower and longer, but might also be a lot of fun.

I'm somewhere, packing to go home. The room is large, and there have apparently been a number of us staying here together, but everyone else seems mostly packed. It seems that I am behind schedule. I think that I should look at my ticket to see when my flight is scheduled. I can't find my ticket. I have a huge book like a dictionary, into which are tucked between the pages many tickets and itineraries from past travels. So I'm flipping through the pages, looking at them all, trying to find the one that applies to now.

I'm doing some group exercises in a full room. In the front of the room is the exercise leader, who I believe is some sort of chicken. I turn to my right for some exercise, and on that side is a little boy who is laughingly pissing on me. I stop and scold him, and wipe some of the excess on his clothes, saying "see, you piss on me, you end up pissing on yourself." He doesn't seem to take me seriously. His father is there, who looks like John Conyers, and I tell him what his kid was doing, but he doesn't seem very concerned either, so I give up.