Sheets of Dirt

I was riding my bike from a shop home. The streets weren't quite the same as in real life. There was a large dirt road leading up to a house with an overgrown garden and a tyre swing in a tree that looked a bit like a willow. As I started riding up the hill it got steeper and steeper. Near the top I got off my bike, pushing it up, then I clung onto the top of the hill as the steepness increased. Suddenly the section of dirt I was holding on to peeled away like a sheet on a mattress that had been turned on its side. I was propelled back to the bottom of the hill, still holding a sheet of dirt as it peeled away from the ground.

Broken Sword

I was inside a computer roll playing style game and we were killing various monsters. Most were like zombies, but some had heads like a gorgon or flew like a harpy. I was slaying monsters and had cut my way through to a staircase that lead up the side of a large wall to a platform above. As I reached the platform my sword stopped working. As the monsters advanced I started pressing all the buttons I could see on it. Swearing I ran back down the steps and was thankful the zombies were slow ones as I continued pressing buttons trying to get the sword to work. I was backed into a corner just as the sun come out and the zombies started melting into the ground.