Gathering frogs

I'm with my family on vacation. We're packing to go home. I'd brought my frogs along and many have escaped. I'm picking them up all over and am finding more frogs than I had brought along including species I don't keep. I see two or three in the floorboards of my brother's car and tell him it would be easier to get them if he got out of the car. I pick up fistfuls of frogs which are getting quite dry. Before placing them in a vivarium, I run them under watch which is too hot - they all die. There are frogs crawling in the grass - I'm picking them up left and right and running out of places to put them. They are escaping from the buckets and vivariums I'm putting them in, but when I catch them I always get more than have escaped. I think I see a particularly rare frog in a pocket of my niece's back pack, but it ends up being a mouse. I pick up what I think is a frog, but see is a salamander when it pierces its tail deep into my finger.

I'm walking with a woman who is perhaps a friend's mom. We're listening to someone tell a story about how they volunteered as a UN representative's servant in Africa. We walk over railroad tracks - a horse with wings traveling on the tracks almost runs us over. The woman tells a story about a movie she watched about a young rich Indian boy who was very interested in living in nature. The punchline of the story was that she was watching it in Norway and it had the exact same plot as a British movie she had seen in England. We cross the street in front of my high school.