1. I am with my immediate family members and Aunt Patty (my father's sister). We're walking through a very scenic rural area. I hear my father and Aunt Patty pointing out places as we pass and reminiscing about their youth. I figure that we must be in the Rouses Point area, where my father was raised. He points out his favorite place to swim as a kid and his father's fishing spot. We enter heavy woods, and, although it's midday, we can hardly see in front of our faces. My father and Aunt Patty lead the way, since they've obviously been through these woods many times before. After a good 15-minute hike, we emerge in Rouses Point; we've returned to civilization, kind of.

2. In my second dream, I was having my car repaired by an untrustworthy mechanic. Working as a one-woman Better Business Bureau, I aimed to catch him in the act. I hired a private investigator to track the mechanic's shady repairs and even shadier price inflations. I remember feeling incredibly self-satisfied, though there was no recompense for my suffering at his hand in the dream.

I am at home with my family. We're driving somewhere, so I hop in our new (used) car, a five-year-old Honda Civic. I begin to drive with Mama and Papa in the car; Laura, Emily, and Sarah are following behind. I stop for a desperate-looking female hitchhiker. Suddenly, the cars are undergoing a game of musical chairs. All of the girls get in my car, and Mama and Papa take over the other vehicle. Soon after we start driving again, I realize that I've got little to no braking power going on. I'm doing all kinds of crazy donut moves trying to stop the Civic without getting into a crash. When I ask Mama and Papa what's going on, they shrug, saying that the brakes are a little tricky on the new car. Apparently, "tricky" means "nonexistent."