I’m in a sports car in the back seat. They driving is telling is about people that have made a lot of money back in the day including the guy who took care of the golf course. I see him my mind’s eye for a moment. He’s young, doesn’t quite fit in ‘cos he didn’t start with money, but he knows all the big whigs in town because of all the work he did for them at the golf course and now he’s swimming in it. The guy driving the car is driving really fast on the surface streets. Up ahead, I notice a tall black wrought iron gate closed across the road. It’s very faint because it’s dark out and I’m not even sure the guy is driving with his lights on. He goes flying up to it and careens rights thru it. I have no idea the damage to his car but it surprise him. I tell him that I’m surprised he didn’t see it. He continues to drive fast swerving in and out of traffic.
I’m with a guy who might be the same guy from the car. We’re in an office building and he’s standing at a kind of garbage shoot. It appears to be connected to his office desk and the wall’s opened up next to it where there’s a giant conveyor going by in a large tunnel that’s picking up waste of all sorts. He’s pushing an entire trash can thru the opening in the wall to the conveyor. It’s lit with lights inside the tunnel. I’m helping him push large objects thru to the conveyor.
I’m help to carve a turkey. I’m standing in front of a very large silver platter and pieces of turkey needed to be broken apart and carved are coming to me. I sent a nice chunk of breast meat aside for myself for later. Other pieces, I’m dividing up and setting aside for people to come take what they’d like. At some point, my piece is the only one left and I have to stop someone from taking it. They say that it’s enough to feed an army. It’s really not that large so I contest the accusation.
