bicycle grease

I dreamt that it was evening and a bit of another life. Although the same people as my current life. It was dark, my step mom was there. There was something about chocolates. Making sure they were packaged right, kind of like you would treat leftovers, checking for the fresh ones and tossing the others and finding the appropriate container for what is left. She hadn't had her chocolates yet and was glad to see that there were some left. I felt like there were chocolates with an apricot center. I asked if there was anything else I need to take. It seems I was going to a house and taking a stocking cap, and?? to my aunt, uncle and my dad. We were to leave in the dark hours of the morning and it seemed we needed to be timely about it. I liked having something constructive to do ... kept me out of my head.

Then I was on a bike with someone. A guy, I think a friend from Ohio (DM). We were riding our bikes and then stopped at a sort of mechanic shop. I think we meant to climb the fence and get past them but they saw us. We needed to act as if we came to see them and not just to cut through their property. They were an odd bunch, not quite right in the head. One was creepy and standing close to me, I could see that DM had his eye on everything, so I didn't feel too scared. He wouldn't have let anything happen to me. He was an old man with greasy gray hair, and you could feel the thick air around him as if he hadn't showered for days and held his own unkempt weather system. He was saying crewed things to me, trying to push my buttons... but he was unsuccessful. My opinion of him was a non-thing.. just something to step over to get on my way. A few more things were said and DM was able to find the right words to let us leave them and we moved on.