I (or my bodiless "eyes"/point of view) was flying down the slope of a small mountain, skimming tree tops and sometimes going through the branches of the oak trees. I spotted a figure below, walking up a barren, grassless hill towards a group of buildings at the top. I followed him. (I wasn't bodiless anymore, and I wasn't 'flying.') It was a tiring walk. There was a pizza parlor in one of the buildings (concrete, green-black with mildew?) and I debated whether or not to go in and order a pizza. A waitress from the restaurant next door came out and gave me a sample of their stuff from a try. It was good. I talked to their door guy for a bit.