I was walking S on McMicken around sunset. A group of teenage girls passed me - mocking & insulting me as they walked on ahead.
I came across a man in an open garage who was trying to start a gas powered lawn mower with no success. I offered him the use of my extension cord. He plugged in the mower & pulled the starter cord and the mower coughed & chugged to life. I noted the other end of the cord was connected to nothing - didn't matter. As we were dealing with this some more teens walked by insulting us.
I headed on, crossing down to the Parkway. The man with the mower passed me from behind carrying his mower in a box.
2 older young women came walking up behind me & were sociable. I told them I had to use a bathroom - they said to come with them, their destination was near & I could use the facilities there.
We went into an industrial type building built around the 1930s. After entering, the women abandoned me. I went about looking for a bathroom. Everything was painted a dark drab industrial green. Doors had frosted glass panels. I entered a room on a metal landing & heard voices. I walked down the stairs and around a corner found quite a few naked teens toiling at something. It seemed odd so I went out the way I came in but was confronted by a 40ish woman who bade me to stay & work. I declined her invitation & went to leave. She pursued me but I gave her the slip. As I went through a doorway to the hallway to the outside, I was confronted by a woman of Asian descent who claimed to be a detective. She wanted to arrest me. She was with a young bald handcuffed black guy who claimed to know me & he apologized profusely for narcing on me. I had no idea who he was & told the detective so. She didn't believe me & wanted to take me to police HQ. I told her I really had need of a toilet.

I was on a bus & we needed to transfer. I was starting to wake up & I was getting nervous because I didn't want to wake up & miss my transfer stop.
In some dream world dimension, I'm stuck on the #33.

Took a train to one of those campground / recreation areas where people live in cabins & trailers for the summer. Once there, problems arose between campers who didn't get along & such. But it got deadly - Ray T was out to kill me. Fortunately, he wasn't very competent. There was a security force there & they were a bunch of wanna be militia guys strutting around in fatigues, riding in Jeeps & toting shotguns. All necessary when dealing with summer campers.....
Well, maybe so because some camper developed a murderous clone and, while the campers destroyed it, he made another & another...
Management called out the security force on their frivolous behavior & campers tried to evacuate but we couldn't get the train going. Trying to cooperate, the campers were constantly squabbling like characters in a cheap zombie movie.
I remember finally getting out on the train & rolling past the offices where the security force was sitting around on lawn chairs looking real dejected.
Only problem - Ray T was on the train & still out or blood.

There was brain surgery involved - I was watching but I think I was the patient, too. The brain was dry & pink. I don't think we were in a hospital either and the patient was sitting up.

I forget what was going on but Phil L. had died his hair a kinda orangey blonde & had gotten a curly perm, too. With his dark 5 o'clock shadow it was quite a sight.

holy crap, I was hosting a call in radio show!