A fat girl on stilts and a unicycle, spelling my name in beans

I am at a days-long retreat walking around with three ackwardly long pieces of wood trying to remember if I drove to the site from where I was staying. On the top of a spillway, a leader tells me I had drove so I turn to begin looking for my car when I see a fast moving wave of fire rolling down the river towards me. Someone yells, “Take temporary cover” as sparks of red electricity - like sparkler embers - fall like rain. I don’t make it under something in time but the sparks didn’t seem to hurt me or anyone else.

I am visiting my birth family.

Two huge very religious families show up after I do. I am trying to find a bathroom to take a shower, but every bathroom is full of South Asian kids and/or adults. I leave through the garage. Directly outside there is a large gathering of people - a political or issue awareness event. Nobody could hear the speaker well. I leave the event in a flyinmg machine with an old friend who remembered me but I didn’t remember her. We fly under a bridge as she explains that there are so many advocacy groups that show up at these things it’s impossible to hear anyone.

I go back to my birth family’s home and find a room full of professors. I commiserate with them over the religious fanatics and explained that I arrived before they did. I overhear one of them say, “The equation was fine and the student blamed the result on the variable!” Others laugh loudly in derision towards the student in the story.

I'm among hundreds of primary-school aged kids lined up to watch a parade. An obese black girl who had won a contest to represent McDonald’s strolled down the road with someone behind her shouting through a microphone that, “She didn’t win because she's black, but because she’s Miss America and wrote ‘McDonald’s’ across the front of her shirt.” I follow the girl down the road as she gets on a unicycle which helps her balance as she walks on stilts. She say that some day she will be able to do it without the unicycle.

Three men, who I'm aquained with in the dream, run by. Each was having a separate confrontation with three separate groups of other men. One of the confrontations turned into a knife fight. The dream becomes narrated and replayed in slow motion the part where the men ran past me. It shows that the two who didn’t get in a knife fight either dropped their own knife on purpose or lodged it in a brick wall as they ran past me.

I knock over some plants. I have a few jars of dried beans of different colors and sizes and start to spell my name out in beans but when I run out of one kind I mess up what I've already done when I dumping out beans from the next jar.