I was in a gymnasium with other adults. Everyone was wearing red jumpsuits with vertical white stripes down the sides. They looked like the Squid Game contestants' outfits, except red. (Though the situtation had nothing to do with Squid Game. It was just a bunch of guys in a gym, maybe part of some kind of training.)
The main activity was a contest where two guys would run towards each other from either side of the room, and attempt to kick each other as they passed. No one was getting hurt, and they would somehow maintain their momentum after the kicks were exchanged.
Eventually it was my turn. I was concerned about performing well, but not about getting hurt. At the start of the joust, we were running on a padded mat used for gymnastics before reaching the bare floor. The mat I was running on was sloped upwards dramatically to the point where I had to duck to avoid hitting my head on the ceiling. Somehow, I passed this without any problem. When it came time to kick the other guy, I was unable to lift my leg high enough, and just kept running past.
The feeling was something like sleep paralysis, and it's a common element in my dreams. I often feel stuck in something and am unable to move my legs much. The other people were disappointed in me for not being able to joust, and I didn't participate again.
I was at a national park with my friend Tony. We were leaving, and he was driving his car (white SUV) trying to find the exit. He was driving on unpaved roads, narrow bridges meant for people only, and up and down stone steps. At one point I spotted the road, and a stone staircase to reach it, but I didn't tell him, couldn't tell him, or he didn't listen.
After some time, he began controlling the car remotely, and going through more difficult terrain. It was getting farther and farther away and hard to even see. Suddenly, the car was stuck in a tree near us, too high to reach. Tony threw a large axe at the car, which landed on the door. The long axe handle was hanging down, and was low enough for him to reach if he jumped. He grabbed the axe handle and pulled downwards, dislodging the car from the tree. It landed rightside up. We both knew the car was totaled.
I asked Tony if he blamed me for the situation. He said "no, definitely not" very clearly in a suspicious way.