I'm traveling with my mom and some other family members. I'm navigating, and it seems we're a little bit lost. We take a side road, and it seems like the wrong way, but it's really cool. The road gets steeper and steeper, until it becomes all rock, and I'm bicycling up it, pulling everyone else. It seems impossible, but I just keep going.

We reach the top, and it turns out to be an alternate route to the top of a climbing wall. There is a climber, harnessed and roped, just reaching the top, and he is impressed to see that I have bicycled there.

Later I'm driving with a friend, perhaps Shawn or Mark. We're talking about some problem to be solved, and I say that one solution is to just join the military. That doesn't sound so bad - maybe it would help me get organized. Then we're parked at the beach, standing around outside the car, waiting for this girl to get back. She's our friend, and she's gone over a dune to a house to check something out.