Get Out of My Dreams! (And into my car)

My dream last night consisted of a visit home. There was a large family gathering at my house, but I escaped with Anthony by agreeing to take my younger cousins (of which I have none) to a park. On our way, we saw Chase and Jen walking across the street. Anthony was torn, he wanted to stop and say hello because he thought it might be the only time he would see them but he also didn't want to interrupt our outing and was afraid it would be awkward due to the growing distance between them. I was amibvalent. I think we were at the park anyway. So we got out and tried to talk to them while the little kids played. It went on after that, but that's all I can remember.

But I just remembered a different dream I had a couple of years ago! This one was fun: part Secret Garden, part band trip. We were on a band trip to France, and were attending some dinner in this really awesome place that was like a castle being excavated, so there were deep trenches and great old ruins. I escaped from the watchful eye of Mr. Johnson (and perhaps Mr. Scott) to go explore and end up in a partially excavated tunnel. I look up and there is a bridge over me, with a very stern Maggie Smith glaring at me.