A Round of White Wine

1. Ranger's Apprentice Day

End of a dream, outside, dusk, country side meadow on a height, I or we arrive. Many people already there. This is the promised Ranger's Apprentice Day. I had not expected me to be here, but if I feel right, I have been brought here, by someone.
I still remain on the background, because we're almost immediately thrown into the story, which is the main activity, everyone entering the event goes into the stream or flow of the last story. I am supposing this event is for children, so I don't try to participate much. I can't remember exactly what it was we did. Straight paths, maybe ditches.
Only later I saw the archers and swordsmen and the children playing, and then I realized I had been in a certain layer of consciousness all the time, which is more real than the actual event. I never partake of the children's games, archery, swordplay. I am, however, introduced into some of the story, which is secret or developing.

2. Four Glasses

Last dream. I'm leaving on a trip, we will be taking the airplane. My mom and dad are here and with me and coming along, I feel a little uncomfortable and wonder why not my brothers are here. It feels like I am being babysitted by my parents. They take the lead too, especially my mom.
There's lots of people. We get on the plane, I don't know whereto. I'm actually overwhelmed by all of it. I don't know where it will end, where this all leads to, but I go along.
In the plane I feel even more uncomfortable. There is table in the middle. Dark, red, maybe pink. Long table with all the passengers around it in the ship of the bird. I am on one side, my mother to my right, my father to her right. I abide. My dad does not do much.
Maybe we fly, I can't remember, or either still on the ground, but at some point my mom goes to the bar and orders drink. I suppose this is at the beginning of the flight. I have already a drink on the table, glasses, wooden table. I know she is getting wine.
I don't approve, but let her. We have already been drinking, possibly just water, all of us, three. Then she comes back, she has a large pack, and she puts it on the floor beside her, because there is no room on the table. I see it is all white wine. There must be like eight bottles, and I wonder whether she plans to drink them all, but I fear she does. She opens the pack. Then she takes two other bottles from somewhere else, and opens one. These two are rosé. And I can't figure out where she just got them from.
She pours herself a glass, then she serves me while I don't want any. I cannot say no. I see the people on the other side of the table, her age, and all looking worried, looking like they can't believe what she's doing planning on drinking so much. They all sympathize with me.
Then she pours my first glass. I have four glass on the table, in front of me, I drank from all of them, one still has white wine. All four glasses are different. All had different drink, one must have been lemonade. There is one with just water. None of them are rinsed.
After she filled my first glass all the way on the left, she continues to fill the next glass, and the next, and I can't believe she is doing that, while I don't drink that much, and don't want to, moreover, I will still want to have water and was about to serve myself still water in one of those glasses. The last glass, all the way to the right, still has wine in it, but she pours in the other wine nonetheless. I can't believe it. Everyone looks shocked in the meanwhile.