My wife Bonita and I were house hunting.  We were looking at one which was being sold by a woman and her daughter, who was about 21.  We liked it, and sat down at the dining room table with the two of them to talk over the terms.  At this point the chronology becomes very confused.  Bonita sort of disappeared, and I fell for the daughter.  I had to go to the bathroom, and was directed to a room off a narrow hallway.  It looked like a barber shop-it was long and narrow, with seats on one side and mirrors on the other.  The side adjacent to the hallway was all glass; nevertheless, I was somewhat abashed that Bonita (I think) failed to shut the door when I went in.  So there I was sitting high up on a barber chair, which turned out to be a toilet seat, with my pants around my ankles, and people walking back and forth past the open door.  No one seemed to be inclined to look in, though (it was a little dark in there anyway), so I didn't want to call anyone's attention to me by calling to them and asking them to close the door.  And I couldn't get up and shut it myself, because I had half a turd hanging out.  Once I started to get up, then noticed it hanging there, and had a hard time getting it back in the toilet seat hole, which was small.  Then the daughter came in to talk to me.  At first I was embarrassed, but then I was aroused by the intimacy.    After she was gone, a navy commander arrived in the house and was "announced"-by a butler, I guess.  Everyone was supposed to stand up when he walked by, and I felt uneasy that I couldn't when he walked by the open door.  He didn't look in, but in a few minutes either he or another navy officer were in the same room with me, leaning up against the wall on my side and smoking.  I decided then would be a good time to get down and get out of there.  For some reason, I then had to go home and get something.  With everyone watching, I took a running leap and began to fly.  I didn't imagine I was Superman, but I could hear the Superman music.  Our apartment was in the middle of town.  When I came back, it was all I could do to stay off the ground-I couldn't gain any altitude until I got back nearly to the house.   When I returned to the original house, it was evening, and everyone -- the lady, the daughter, and a son -- was in the living room playing some word game using dice.  They rolled several dice and then picked them up by poking little white toothpicks into the spots.  The toothpicks were clustered so that there were as many different combinations as there were spots, and they fit exactly into all spots.  They didn't always hold when they were stuck in, though.  The object of the game was to make words with the dice when they were picked up (they had letters on each face)-and you could turn them any way you wanted to; you didn't have to use the faces that came up when you rolled them.