Zip lines and old people

Sitting in restaurant with S, outside I see a Western view--ruddy orange rocks which block my view into a very deep canyon.  I can see the other side of the canyon rising above them in the distance.  I see people jumping from the top of the far canyon wall, just small dark silhouettes at this distance.  S is talking and I interrupt to show her the jumpers, and count ten of them.  Then I notice that there are wires strung across the canyon, several of them, and that people are using them as jump lines.  They speed across the air suspended below a line, zooming into close up view before jumping off onto the near cliff face.  (I recently watched a video about S. American people commuting across a valley using these zip lines.)  Absurdly, a Volkswagon minibus glides across the wires as well.
Scene shifts to edge of canyon.  I'm in line behind others, particularly an elderly couple, as we wait to descend the cliff face sitting in inner tubes.  My attention is focused on the faces and near-naked bodies of this couple.  They are oddly beautiful, with translucent skin over lean bodies.  Their cheekbones are prominent, and they are happy.  I wake before we descend.  Very positive encounter.

Frogs, OK, and even the slug--but the giant peacock?

S and I in bed in a small room whose door opens to a flat desert outside.  Bright outside, dark inside.  I look from bed through the open door and see an enormous bright green bullfrog hopping by.  It splits into two bullfrogs who bounce? against each other and then become one again.  Then a fantastical slug scoots by.  It is about a yard long, colored in various shades of blue, with snake-like blue scales on its top.  It moves not like a normal slug, or even a snake, but in a steady effortless glide across the desert floor, like a little train engine.  Then an enormous blue peacock prances into the bedroom.  It is the size of an emu, with azure tail feathers and a short fat beak.  It pokes around in the room, slightly threatening but more of an annoyance than a serious threat.  It pecks at my back (I'm now lying on my stomach in bed) where I'm not covered by the blanket.