i'm at the airport. this crazy guy is walking around. for some reason i'm interested in him.. i think i think he knows something about my baggage or something. he is babbling something about perfectly clean glass in terms of the number of particles on a perfectly smooth surface. he gets angry about something somebody says and starts getting excited. he goes on about what would happen if you got shit on glass and how difficult it would be to clean it off.
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driving back from teh airport with mom and rodger. rodger is driving his old rodeo. i'm sitting there spacing off and suddenly realize they're playing this crazy electro music and passing a pipe back and forth between them. i point it out and make a bit of a scene and they laugh at me.. rodger passes it back my way, but i decline. i realize they were smoking on the way to the airport too, but out of a different pipe.
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i'm in some sort of jackie chan type of movie. i don't think i'm jackie chan, although i might be. there are a bunch of clandestine meetings between big wigs about important things in semipublic places.
there's somebody who's out to get me. they're stalking my (jackie chan's?) girlfriend and father. i'm watching from a distnace as these two weird guys sneak up on them. they're clued in somehow to the bad guys though and are somewhat ready when they strike. the girl ends up with one of them hanging off her foot on some scaffolding and repeatedly whacks him against the bars (repeatedly) until he's unconscious/dead. the other guy bugs out.
i find out later that hte meetings were intentionally held such that i would be able to see them later.. they were in public so that they would invariable be watched. i can tell from their lips what language they're speaking but not what they're saying in much detail.
