The terrain was sort of dry and arid...a bit of a desert feel. For some reason, I was going to bicycle over this semi-huge hill from one side to the other and then back again....I can't quite remember exactly how far it was but maybe a few miles in each direction. Being the bike wimp that I am, I made my way one direction and had a hard time getting back over the hill on the return trip. Guess who showed up to help me? You'll never guess in a million years. One of my horribly handsome and polite straight friends....someone I don't even see with any regularity any longer...but there he was, his typical friendly and helpful self, saying, "Hey, let me help you out with that." So he dove down between my legs and used his hands down on the foot pedals on top of my feet to help me pedal...and he ran alongside me. It was a very screwed up dream, quite frankly. But, oh no, it goes on from there. There was an airport strip next to the road, no airport, just the runway....and a Hawaiian Airlines 767 was taking off. And we both said how weird that was to see that airplane out there. We finished our bike ride and made it back down the hill and I was laying down naked resting a bit after my big bike ride....and he was messing around in the room just looking at the ceiling and the doors and such.... and he noticed a few wasps coming out of the inside of the door. And he said, "I'll bet there is a bee nest inside of that door." The next thing I knew, he had grabbed a can of WD-40 with the little red spray nozzle and pointed it into a little hole by the door lock near the handle and sprayed it. And out came hundreds of bees flying everywhere. He threw the can and we both started running. Down the road and past the landing strip. Away we went.
Man, tonight must be a full moon or something. But at least this dream didn't involve dog pee or Nancy Reagan.