I'm riding in a car, as if on a curvy road through the woods, and ahead of us are some motorcycles, each one carrying a small electronic device in a box, as if delivering a package somewhere.

Another motorcycle passes us from behind and catches up with the pack of cycles ahead, crossing over suddenly and nearly causing some of them to crash, weaving and appearing to intentionally knock them off the road.

Watching all of this, I comment that one of those electronic devices is mine, headed to my house for delivery, so they better cut that out!

Later I'm at a house, which doesn't seem like my real house, but seems to be where I live. My electronic football game (a christmas present to myself) is sitting on an end table in the darkened room, and I point it out, see there is that thing.

Later I'm holding a baby who has fallen asleep, and gone completely floppy. I'm holding it up and remarking how floppy it is.