Making progress

I am trying to make my way forward but my companion keeps either grabbing and pulling my arm or leaning against me so that we stumble along like a couple of drunks. I am finding it increasingly irritating to be pushed and pulled this way.

Cold

I am with B at some kind of educational event. I complain to him that I am not getting as much as I expected out of it. Later we are together outside the building, it is very cold and we are both bundled up in multiple clothing layers. We are standing close together to share warmth. I ask if he is ok and he comments that he is still able to feel aroused.    

Slow motion

I'm having a memory replayed for me in slow motion. It is a memory of an earlier one of my series of plane dreams. The one in which another plane is passing far too close to the one I am in. As I watch I can see how it happened. Two other planes are on a collision course, as they make contact one is sent hurtling towards the one I am in. It passes very close by and my plane has to make sudden manoeuvres to avoid it just as we are coming in to land. Once on the ground we overshoot the runway and stop, remarkably, with the nose just at the borderline of the runway and a road. I reflect that all this must have happened so fast in the original experience that I was unable to register the details.