The Roller Blader Dream.

(This dream was dreamt shortly after the last one during the same morning of September 6th and bares some resemblance to it)

I am riding my bike clumsily up the hill next to my house. I have some sort of mental handicap and i am wearing a helmet that i never wear. I see one of the female friends from my earlier dream roller-blading on the sidewalk, also very clumsily. She has a similar but stronger mental handicap. She is in a loose straight-jacket and her arms have ropes holding them up, and the white toilet-paper-like ropes go around her neck. She looks to be wrapped in toilet paper, decoratively. She is stiffly moving across the sidewalk step by step on her roller-blades, and has a large and joyful but also odd smile on her face. She is wearing a helmet similar to mine, but pink. Her image and outfit are the most vivid things in the dream. We are going up to the park behind my house, meeting there. It is very early morning, and the sun is just coming out. The sun is coming from a different angle in the dream, and it is illuminating the ground and trees in the park in the most inexplicably heavenly manner. The early morning vibe is strong, and it's breezy and just great. We are having fun there. Then, it changes. We are in a very small room. It is a light blue  rectangle dining room, and every side is a doorway into other much darker rooms, and one side at the end of the dining table has a window. It is very dark, but some light comes in from the now stormy and white sky outside. It is a depressing and eerie room, although very decorative and every piece of cloth looks like a doily. It has a delicate and feminine colonial theme. I am having dinner with my female roller- blader friend, and she is in her same outfit. We are with my family and my mother's mother, and it is her house, apparently. Very peaceful but dark colonial-themed rooms like that in older women houses creep me out tremendously most of the time, but they are intriguing.