I was in Cuernavaca. I hung on a rooftop and walked with my hands by swaying from one side to the other. Suddenly I didn't need to use my hands and I let go. I heard a gasp from the crowd below: they told me I was standing on a bear. I looked down and sure enough, I was standing on the head of a bear. The bear let me down, and I invited the owner and two hippies that were with him for dinner at the airbnb I was staying. The airbnb was Fernando Maza's house, but the painting were no longer there, I was with mom and Margaret, but Margaret was a little child. The dinner was uneventful and I went to organize my stuff. As soon as I organized my things, they disappeared. For example: I put together a vaping device that was in pieces, then I remembered I didn't smoke anymore, and it disappeared. I was pleased with this.