FryingMan

Something like 5 hours of insomnia starting at bed time. Irritated by the tiniest of sounds, usual sounds like cars driving by. Get up to read at about 4 hours for about an hour. Back to bed, still slow to sleep manage to sleep.

+ PTL former home digging in garage for Suzuki motorcycle, I see it, think about riding it again, will it start the gas will be super old inside it, pull things out of the way, then I can't find it, my wife told some guy to take it away, I'm infuriated and pin the guy up against the house with my right hand fiercely pinching his cheeks. I'm (lying on top of?) looking down into some garbage pit where soil is churning and gas bubbles are rising up through the dirt and escaping. I pull out some socks from the pit which have fallen inside.

Go inside, I see then a huge black Range Rover pull aggressively right in front of the window smack dab in the center of our front lawn. This also infuriates me and I plan to go out and confront the driver. Then I think better of it and go to tell my wife. She says "it's probably just the gardener." I go out through the side exit to the front [FALSE] and approach our front lawn from the neighbor's side and I notice an extremely bright light across the street. I don't remember this light being here before. My wife says she "put in a 75 watt bulb" (on the porch), but I know that doesn't explain this new light. It's like they put in a super bright street light right across from our house. This has be off balance and wondering for several moments.

+ practicing tennis serves on a court with some people. I'm using a short/mangy racquet? Im thinking about how to do good tennis serves. I toss the ball very high but it moves too far forwards. I get a really good one in that just barely does not clear the net, smacking loudly into the stiff tape at the top of the net. The guys I'm with mutter their approval, that was almost an awesome serve.

+ exiting the (parking?/food?) area by the open aired restaurant I have the check in my hand for a falafel plate for which I paid $5.29, I'm going up to the Asian chef who's busy, wait until he's available and show him the check, he looks at it, and I say that I don't see the two milkshakes mentioned on here.

+ there are people sitting in the tall cab of a truck. We're planning to go with them, but something is not right. Out front of the truck there is a slanted desk and (my wife? and) I are plugging in some electronic sound equipment, we're preparing to sing a song with the people sitting in the truck? (They mention they don't want us coming with them after all?)

+ in some hotel/office suite room, #1, which I've checkd in to, I hear the staff for the hotel talking asking about people who are going to move in to #1, I think no, I"m here. I notice some pieces of equipment on a table, and I know that they're old/outdated and not very useful, one of them is a black & white palm pilot sitting in an elevated cradle, I know it's not useful because it has no networking abilities, there is another piece of equipment, and I catch the sight of an old computer terminal screen (like an ADM3A)


I leave the room and head through hallways. My sister (unseen) mentions she saw an open restaurant/counter, I see it right in front of me. There is a Chinese woman in there straightening up. There are some flowers in vases in there? After some confusion with my sister talking to her (over a phone?) trying to place a food order I say something that she understands and she says "No restaurant, flower shop".
As I continue to look into the shop I see plates of food: there are 3 slots in a wall, one each for Italian, French, and Mexican, ranging from least spicy to spiciest. Then there area row of platters laid out about 5 dishes also in increasing order of spiciness. I can see farther now and I notice that the food counter is open all the way through to another side directly connected with another food counter with two young white people, a guy (and a girl) working there it's a different restaurant entirely (coffee counter?).

Along my right side stacked on the wall are sushi supplies. They are a special form of rice, pink in color, and the dish is for something called a "black snake"?, a curved mount of rice (with shrimp? Day residue), I see piles of pinkish long tubes/strands of the sushi equipment. I take something in my hands and take a bit bit of it and am chewing it. It seems to be a roll of toilet paper in plastic wrapping. I see ArGi [former colleague from "3"] there dressed in full surgical dress including face masks. I hear his voice clearly and it sounds like him and he says something.