In Bali:
A toothbrush that one uses all over the body. Foamy toothpaste under my armpits. Almost certainly a subconscious response to the tropical climate and the fact that mere minutes out of the shower, one is already feeling somewhat unclean again.
Later, in a very neurotic dream, I am a superhero. Or, well, just a hero, not particularly super. I don't know what my powers are but they aren't extremely impressive. I'm on a volleyball team and we really suck. I consider using my powers to attempt to make us win, but a) I think that would be cheating and I'd probably get caught, and b) I still don't think it would insure victory, we suck so bad.
We lose horribly to the other team. I'm worried the other team, not satisfied with merely beating us, is going to follow us from the playing field and beat us up somewhere. Then I go looking for my sisters, who are apparently staying at a friend's house on my old street in Merced. All the lights are off, however, and it's not clear if they're there or someplace else.
Also, I apparently have to be up early in the morning to teach a seminar to other would-be heroes. "Amazing or Merely Incredible: Choosing Your Adjective." It occurs to me I don't really have an adjective of my own; am I even qualified to teach this course...?