I was on YouTube, replying to someone's comment (video wasn't important) about some music festival. Something like "Yeah glaffle baffle (whatever the festival name was) was great!" even though I hadn't been to it. Sara and I had plans for one, but it seemed there were others already happening, and I was looking into them. One of them advertised itself as basically a bazaar "during the day which turns into a [adjectives] music festival at night". Which sounded cool enough but then I realized that it had akready happened in March and we had already missed them. One of the ones mentioned in the YouTube comment thread was a winter one where people got to the grounds via sled by being pulled up a snowy hill by a rope. The person I was conversing with about these was Tom or person of similar vibage.

Sara and I were checking out at Menard's. We had several bags of, like, oats or something. Crammed into different containers. There were a couple of checkout guys. They were like 50-year-old dads. They liked that Sara and I helped each other out a lot (they could tell by the way I took all the stuff when she went to the bathroom). And as the setup for a joke they were helping me carry all our containers full of oats. As the dream went on it seemed like more and more people were helping us carry stuff. Kong and Stewie were in there. I joked that I needed to catch my flight!!! Because we were passing through the Milwaukee airport for some reason. Not to catch a plane though, which was good because that's always stressful. We went down a big wide flight of stairs, and I was racing one of the other people, which was made easier because gravity was low, which made it possible to just kind of skim along the edges of the steps, sometimes only touching every other one, even though I had an armload of Menards bags full of containers of oats. I never did hear the punchline to the joke.