i'm walking down the road by the lake. the road is crumbling and patched in many places. the ground along the lake-side of the road is eroding underneath it. there are struts and various attempt to repair and support it from below. there is an old man working on the repairs. he is chopping somthing with an ax. it's looks like blue panels. it's like styrofoam, but harder. what he chops he then puits into a fire. what's left is a hot paste which he's adding to the piles of junk that being laid along the side of the road to help keep it from crumbling down onto the shore. i talk with him, and then he takes me skateboarding down the road. we rode together on the same skateboard. it glides along, like on air, not on the road.