Coming across friends moving

I'm walking down a street parallel to a river among what seem to be warehouses with my dad and niece. We come to an open area, perhaps an unused parking lot, and I launch a kite. I'm surprised to find the kite is actually 100 separate kites stringed together in rows of 10, each kite numbered in red digits. The kites catch the wind quite powerfully for seconds, then fall to the ground. I relaunch the kite several times.

I've walked further down the street alone, I'm carrying a guitar, a satchel and a tiny blue trunk with my girlfriend's kitten in it. I come upon friends I haven't seen in years loading up a moving truck. There's a lot of stuff sitting on the sidewalk, carried out of the building but not loaded yet. There are a few empty aquariums and some broken aquariums housing saltwater fish. I want to find out who they belong to as I want to offer to buy the empty aquariums.

My friends seem uncomfortable acknowledging my presence, I wonder if they have been living in the city for years and haven't contacted me and are now moving. I now know this city to be Washington, DC and am unsure if my friends think I live there or know I live in Minnesota. I ask to the group, "So who's moving where?" My question is ignored.

One friend and I separate from the group and walk to find a restaurant. We pause in a foyer and I notice scabs on my penis. I unzip my pants and pick off two scabs. I notice my dad is beyond a door and it seems like he thought I was having sex with my friend.

I realize I left the trunk and kitten where the rest of my friends were; my friend and I begin to walk back. On the way, I ask him who is moving where and he doesn't answer. I find that someone has let the kitten out of the trunk so it can breathe, I find the cat and place it in the trunk without closing the top. I again ask the whole group who is moving and add that I don't think it's a big deal, but I have a right to know. An obese man with sores on the inside of his arms displays the sores to me and says he's moving because he has cancer. I talk with him about his aquariums.