Arrested in Bettendorf

I was going back to high school as an adult. I was driving to school before the sun came up (or perhaps at night) when a passerby near a car dealership that does not exist in real life entered the car and had a seat behind the passenger seat. I agreed to give him a lift to the high school. Moments latter a police car turned on it's lights and cop existed, tapping on the back window. Apparently, something was very wrong. Stolen car? Wanted fugitive? I can't remember. Next thing I know I'm in jail trying to get my cell phone to work so I can contact at least one family member. Got through to my mom and explained what seemed like a huge misunderstanding. I tried to explain how I was a high school student just on my way to school and was obviously innocent. One jailer or officer responded "then why were you taking the back roads"?

Hang Gliding

I was in a southern state, maybe by myself. At some point near what could have been a bus depot I decided to hang glide home instead of taking the bus. I spoke with someone before leaving about how the air current would take me north and they made a sarcastic but true comment about how that would be silly. I was in the air, flying over pastures and green space when I decided to land to check on my progress. It turns out that I was really in Alabama. I wandered around a small town for a time wondering if I should panhandle or ask someone to use their phone. I could decide if I could potentially use the glider to get back home again.

Wiffle Balls

I was gathering wiffle balls to use in a homerun derby contest/fantasy game I used to play as a child. I counted 8- of a variety of colors. My friends were there with their child and had used land next to them to build him a wiffle ball field which was very nice looking and new. I think I made plans for my own stadium, in my own yard (which wasn't my childhood yard or the yard I own now). It was however, an longer stretch of grass and wooded area right next to theirs. Soon, my dream goes back to the yard I had as a child- behind the scrub tree. I looked for socks and found them in my suitcase. I then zipped up a very  large suit case and began to pull it up the hill.