Past Meets Present Meets Weird

I was in Northpark Mall, near the end of the corridor nobody ever goes down and was with girl. Had letters in hand and some were important. At the end nobody ever goes, where there is supposed to be a Dillards, now, I believe, there was a rudimentary foodcourt- or something. It looked more like an airplane hanger. I sat down and placed the letters someplace. Then walked someplace else and came back to see my letters were gone. I was upset about the letters but began to hook up with the girl nevertheless. Lots of commotion around, lots of people. Dark place, like a hanger.

Next thing I know I'm in my backyard shooting off bottle rockets into the air and watching them fly high, explode and then watched as the stick fell and stuck itself into the ground. I remember watching my older brother do this as a kid- could have been a memory. After a few of these, I went inside to my house through the backdoor and suddenly entered an airport bar. I began to look for that girl again.