Last night I dreamed that I was in a race with 2 guys around the base where I used to work. The dark haired guy couldn't keep up with me or the red haired guy who was driving a truck, so he fell way behind. I don't remember what I was driving. We drove at breakneck speed up metal tubes and around obstacles but we stopped at a room to take a break. We went to a room where people sat around a table, putting some things into what looked like tuna cans. They were putting something like a black olive in the center of each can. There were 3 drinks in the center of the table and we helped ourselves. Red and I were friendly competitors. Back on the race course, I saw the black haired guy sneaking onto the tarmac where the planes moved and I knew the military would grab him and he'd lose the race.