There was a large, somewhat fancy apartment building. Along one side was a little raised area where bushes grew. I walked along this area frequently. There was some vague taboo about approaching the building, though oddly people lived there - it wasn't haunted or rundown. One of the tenants was Patrick Stewart (!!!), who saw me and asked if I'd like to go on a date. I was flustered and unsure, and nothing came of it. A few times I rode around in a wheelchair while viewing the bushes. I think something was wrong with my legs, but only for these parts. Later, at what looked like a different apartment, with a sandy construction zone out front, a young man was also following me around asking for a date. I was flattered but uninterested, but let him follow and try to keep up as I began jumping along. I gradually was able to jump farther and higher, allowing myself to feel smug as he struggled to keep up.