I dreamed there was a party, and my brother was in charge of buying the ice. We went to get the ice, but for some strange reason we drove in two separate cars. Later, we left one of the cars with a woman so she could watch it while we took care of the other errand.
On the way to the ice store, we passed by the same house where the birthday party was being held—the very same house we had just left (how crazy is that?). Then we stopped by a man’s house because he was going to give us some lemons, but we had to pick them ourselves. The lemon tree was very small, only about three feet tall. We ended up picking far more lemons than we needed.
After that, on our way back, we stopped because I had to pick up the car we had left with the woman. When I saw it, it was different from the one I had left there. It was an old 1950s model, but I didn’t think much of it and just drove it anyway. Then we returned to the house.
