In a contest (more like a game show, really) at Disneyland where people would be paired up with wild (but trained) animals-- boars, wolverines, bears, etc.-- and they'd compete in single combat. If you could bite or pin your animal before it bit or pinned you, you won a prize. Like a stuffed version of the animal you fought or something.
Then I had a helicopter. In addition to a yoke and collective, it had a 5-speed manual transmission for cross-country driving. An ex-girlfriend of mine, shows up and wants to ride in it. So we drive it to church. I leave her in the 'copter while I head in to socialize with friends from church for a bit. All the Mormon kids I grew up with. But as I'm leaving, my friend Mike shows up with other people for the next church meeting. I try to catch up with him but I lose him in the crowd, despite the fact that he's wearing the tackiest suit of vertical black and white stripes.
So I ask around and everyone remembers the suit, but nobody's sure where Mike is. So I resign myself to having missed him and return to the helicopter. There, the ex-girlfriend insists that I must love her because I'm giving her a ride in the helicopter. Uh huh. We drive around for a while trying to find a clear take-off point but there are powerlines everywhere.