Islands and then snow in the nieghborhood.

I was on one island. It appeared to be nearer to distant from the shore and perhaps on a great lake. Pine trees abound. Friendly people surrounded me and I remember being in some sort room made of nicely designed iron and black padding. It looked like a dojo. The people around me waited for instruction so I gave it to them and told them that I'd be practicing lunges and that they can do as I do. I went though my cross training routine. Somehow, I then found myself swimming in the wake up a boat with an unidentified female heading towards another island. I got concerned as another boat crossed the wake and my swimming partner said they were taking another route or heading back. This was cause for concern as I wondered if I was a good enough swimmer to even make it the distance to the island. I buried my head in the water and began a strong rhythm with breathing and surprised myself when I made it to the island moments later. I had hit sand with my hand, looked up and saw myself there. Another group of people were there. It was somehow understood that they were all geniuses. I was with an unidentified female (unsure if she was the one I was swimming with). We tried to fit in. One guy talked despairingly about how non-geniuses view geniuses and explained this by saying he would concentrate his entire mind on one mathematical concept, rather than just being an overachiever with every subject.

I was then somehow near my house. It was snowing and the streets were very slick. I watched as someone I knew got into an old 1950's style car (against my advice) and slid very slowly towards the curb, hopping over the curb and eventually into a slow roll over landing into the ravine. I re-parked my car, salted the area and then went to check on them.