Flying four feet from the ground

Perhaps I'm in Colorado. Fraser, in the driveway of my father's old house next to the totem he had carved by a Native American to represent his siblings and parents. There are people around me, young, beautiful people from the fashion industry. The outside shifts to inside a room lined with books and a table in the center. We are going over the weekly report. Someone in the room decides to show off his flying skills. Others follow. I push my chair out from under me and attempt to do the same. It's a pressured flying, more of a levitation than a float, more of a float than a fly. Still I'm impressed we are all on our way. 

That's All Don

There are a few things happening. I'm in Fraser, it's summer and I'm driving on a back road behind the tubing hill. I see a Facebook friend wandering down the street alone. It's dusty and warm and dust is in his hair and face. He walks with his head down. He's troubled and sad, and I want to help, but I think he's dangerous so I keep driving.  

A few friends and I (though I can't recall who they are) are eating lunch ontop of a mountain. It's pleasant outside and the air is fresh. My former boss, one of the more abusive ones, is mentioned by my friends. They are also here to see her. Supposedly she's adopted three babies. I'm appalled by this news and question how an adoption agency could have given this woman babies. We eat a fine meal. And then a few minutes later another meal arrives. I tell my friends that I'm not hungry and that we literally just ate 5 minutes ago. They dig into their rice and bean cakes and I leave the table. I knock on my former bosses door. Her assistant answers, a beautiful Brazilian woman. There is a giant aquarium in the room holding a narwhal. They are doing some kind of experiment. I don't ask what it is. My former boss's arms are large and misshapen. "That's all done." She says to me. I don't know what she's talking about, but I assume it means she's fixed something. I leave and see a coworker sitting in the window by a few hanging plants. She's supposed to be at home, not here, and I think to myself this woman doesn't like being at home.  

Two girls in the woods with a t-rex skull

There are two girls in the woods behind a combination of my childhood house in the mountains of Colorado and to the setting of an eery French film I haven't seen before. A soundtrack to this film is playing. One girl runs into the woods and discovers the skeleton of a cat. Then she finds a t-rex skull. I am now one of the young girls and we try to put the bones in the trunk of a car. The music continues to play.