a portly man in a rugged black suit dashes out into a valley/field. scattered trees empty of leaves, very tall grass..three feet high.
a large circle of grass with a trail surrounding, a patted down area in the middle like a giant bowl. there is a branch of a pussywillow in the bowl, which is used to push a small object out of the bowl.
the grass is on fire in three places, one area next to the bowl and two areas outside.
the man rages about and starts to put out the fires. they go out within minutes by themselves. it is very dark, past dusk.

a large mansion, very ornate. a toned down versailles style. look out the window..jump through down into the valley. groups of women running in lines through the same tall green/tan wheatlike grass.
groups of five or six? run through the trails, chanting as they run. they stomp for a few lines in the middle.
three different chants. "i am the sea, don't wait for me".
needed to hide. dived into a tiny blue hold in the hill. climb a plastic light blue slide up to a foot and a half wide hole. all the women in your group dive in horizontally and rest, lying on top of eachother and somehow fitting.
afraid that i am visible from the outside. there is a purse-like bag sticking out onto the slide.
a catlike woman from another group climbs the slide, looks at the purse, and runs back to the trails.