I went to Europe again with a big group from my high school (SCA). This time, Dr. Lowrie (my high school principal) went along. He was still shiny bald, but had huge porkchop sideburns and a goatee. He was showing off a sound system hooked up to a computer that the school owned. It was run through all these old-school woodgrain speakers. Brad Briggs (high school friend) was there and said that something was wrong with the system and that it "worked better before." Two turntables and a mixer sat across the room on a table. They belonged to either Greg or Mike Heller (high school friends). I asked where they got it, and one of them told me that he got the whole setup used for $1,500, so he could "get the girls" while pretending to scratch.
It was then a modern Paris airport/mall setting. An old, crippled judge-like guy was being led around by a security guard. A silent auction was going on with the items being displayed on large warehouse-style shelves. I was walking around bidding on items. My mom was there and asked if I really wanted a particular item (I forget what it was). I told her no. I was paying for some items at a bank teller-type window. Someone reminded me that we weren't paying in U.S. dollars. I was talking about how the conversion rate was 5:1 (Francs to dollars) when I was last in France. One of the "teller" ladies looked puzzled by what I said, and I changed my statement to "10:1." She agreed with me in perfect English with no accent.
I later realized that I had been walking around the airport all day with a weapon (knife) in my pocket. There was a car/truck rally race on French TV (featuring English-speaking announcers with no accent) in the airport lobby. One truck in the race overturned and slid slowly down an embankment as the cab collapsed. One announcer said, "He looks okay... no, he's gone limp. Unconscious." Groans came from the announcers as the truck cab was crushed and blood poured out from the windows. Another vehicle met the same fate, while a third driver escaped a burning car.
I sat at an airport "picnic" table eating watermelon pieces out of a paper bag with David Hasselhoff/Josh Palser (the person was both the cheesy celebrity and my high school friend at the same time). One of Renee Robbins' (high school acquaintance) sisters, who was now all grown up, came up to the table. The dream ended at this point.