Got stuck in an urban rooftop world of fancy restaurants and clubs. After being chased out of the first one for smearing an expanding pile of ketchup, I went looking for a way down. People were ricocheting on the tops of bay windows. I found several other ways down, that all were unsatisfactory: Stairs that ended, chutes that got smaller, tiny pedals that snapped when I stepped on them. I sat down, exhausted. A jovial man chatted with me and then jumped, plummiting to his death...though he dissipated before landing. 

 At a party wearing winter boots with high heels. Started running down an icy hill only to start sliding. Slid down very fast for what seemed like miles. At the bottom, I realized I would have to crawl back up the hill. I was daunted and afraid. 

 Top floor of skyscraper in a rec room for executives. In the center, a large steaming valve was opening and closing. We were a group of protesters who had stormed the building and began to sing, "We won't wait". Then, one by one, young protesters jumped into the valve. Suicide? I began to panic. 

Maze dream on a train. Lost, trying to get back to my car and finding many obstacles of a fun-house variety. In one car, people were playing a games. One involved enormous pieces of modular art. The object was to move "pieces" in an effort to test one's artistic sensibilities. I tried to participate but the facilitator refused to explain the rules. Soon after, the game had changed to monopoly. 

I was having an excellent time at a party. I had worn a lovely straw hat and was feeling very social, loved and accepted. I went for a walk and my hat blew off. Two people on a tall tractor rescued it. I smiled at them, gesturing that it was mine. They drove off laughing with my hat. Things went downhill after that. 

Post-apocalypse, communications severed.. I delivered an inspirational speech to a group of survivors.  Also, I'd written our story in a newspaper, leaving the remainder blank so that others could add stories. Eventually, I said,  it would find someone with access to a printing press. This gave them great hope. 

 I was worried about some termites that were living in an old mattress and I wanted to protect them. I asked a friend to help me move them, and he threw them into a canal. I pulled out the soaking mattress and the termites morphed into large transparent bees that attacked me.