I was sitting in a chair, rocking back and holding onto a roof support on the porch, while about four other people were on the bench in front of me, talking. We talked about something being the something of mainstreet, and discussed the phrase "that's the something of mainstreet" for a short bit.
After a while, we got up and out into the yard. Suddenly there were a good deal more of us, and four of us stood in the driveway while a fifth threw sand over their heads, some of us milled around and one of us seemed to be walking away.
There was a buss in the driveway now, with lots of wheels attached to he back. Preschool students were holding on to each wheel. Each would turn their wheel to the right, unscrewing it, and then hop into the buss, where there were places for their wheel. Finally, there was just one preschooler left, who was having trouble with her wheel. "Miss B, I need a new game." she wailed. Finally it came off, and she hopped in the buss which then departed.
The power was out, so I couldn't get on the computer, so I was standing at the front door, looking out. Suddenly someone that I knew walked up to the front step, bearing a very large black fish that he was getting his hooks out of.
Dad then came out and started to direct the dismantling of the fish, and, for starters, we took off it's head. He also commented that it was a wolf of a fish. We then tried to remove pieces of sand-like things from it's skin, but that didn't work too well. Dad kept saying I had to use a miniature rake to pull them out.
By this time it had sprouted legs and we had somehow gotten to the driveway so we brought it back to the front door.
I and my classmates were in the school gym, throwing balls at each other in some sort of dodgeball game.
I had dived for a volleyball that was next to a pile of them, which Charles was pulling at, and Charles walked away.
Shortly after, Charles was in a propeller driven plane, flying throughout the gym and the rooms connected to it. I then started following him about, watching the plane.
He flew around the gym a bit, then flew through a door into the Pre-K Cafe, which now had a much larger roof. He flew about there for a bit, then reentered the gym. Flying around the gym, at one point he almost crashed into the roof, but he managed to dive down before that happened.
I was following a construction worker out into the rain. We crossed the road and talked to some other workers, who then set about doing something. They were all wearing "coveralls", which looked like a loose covering which zipped up in the back. The worker I was with pulled one out of a cloth bin which contained a number of them and I climbed into it.
We then walked back into the building, ducking into an unoccupied area to await the worker's finishing or some such.