bit by bit

The biggest bit I can recall from last night:
I am working my way down a muddy hillside with my mother and one of her sisters. They are talking amongst themselves. I get to the bank of water first and begin to load my mother's dishwasher, but it is overcrowded with dirty dishes already and water comes flooding out of it. I am irritated and ask her why she couldn't have taken care of this---I tell her that she is an adult and must take responsibility in her life. She becomes irate and irrational. Her sister and I follow as she begins to make her way back up the hill. We keep a little distance behind her because she is angry and may strike out at us. She reaches a huge black boulder and climbs on top of it and with tears sweating down her face, she yells at us and makes dramatic gestures with both of her arms. She then attempts to commit suicide right in front of us by jumping from the top of the boulder... she jumps and I scream, but she floats gently and lands on her feet. She climbs and tries again. This time her belly surfs the air and I think she is going to go splat on the jagged ground, but again, the air seems to cradle her and she merely floats and is then turned upright and lands her feet.