Many Vehicles

A group of friends and I went horseback riding. But we split up into two groups; one group actually went riding on trails, the other never actually got on the horses. Instead we were standing around these giant gears that were parallel to the floor, at about floor level; the floor had an opening where the gears were. For some reason, I stuck my bare foot out towards the gears (while they were moving) and got GLOBS of grease on me. So then I was trying to balance on one foot so I didn't get the grease all over while someone grabbed a cloth to clean off my foot. The floor around me was covered in manure. Balancing on one foot lasted a few seconds, but then I lost balance and caught myself with my hand... which is now also covered in manure. Then I had an itch on my face, and instead of using my left hand (the clean hand), my reflex was to use the right hand, and in turn I got manure in my mouth! GROSS. I'm not one to swear (in my dreams OR real life), but at this point, I felt the need to say "Well, I've had my share of $*** for the year!" The people around me chuckled with me.
Down the hall from there, my mom and aunt were visiting my grandpa. A bunch of my friends, some family and a business partner that were gathered around that area were talking about the house we were standing out in front of (which was, yes, down the hall from g'pa). The house belonged to my friend, Evan, and apparently he owned multiple houses; this surprised me, especially since he just celebrated his 26th birthday. This particular house was for sale. 
Later on, I visited my brother. I hung out with him for awhile, and had taken an extra sleeping bag and lots of blankets in case he invited me to stay overnight. He was sleeping in his car in our parents' driveway, so it would be freezing at night, and I wanted to make sure I was prepared. He did not invite me to stay, because he figured I would be cold. So thoughtful of him. So, I left.
Later on, I was in my own car parked somewhere when I saw my friend, Jim walking home from work. I cracked my window open (about 3 inches) to talk to him quick. He continued to head home...it was about 20 miles, and he didn't have a bike, but rather a radio control helicopter to get him home. Not sure how it would make a difference in getting him home, though. But then it started to downpour. I honked at Jim to get in the car. One of his dress shirts/slacks outfits was hanging on the hanger hook, so I grabbed them as he climbed in my car so that they wouldn't get soaked. Starting up the road, there were some boys playing in the street (the rain had apparently stopped already). I honked my horn as hard as I possibly could. I was frustrated that they were in my way, and even when one backed out of my way, he was still RIGHT next to my car. I decided to reach out and push him as I drove past. I looked back at Jim and he was frightened by my road rage. I told him "the more you honk, the more you honk," meaning if you honk your horn once, it gets in your blood and makes you want to honk more! 


*This is the point in my dream when I woke up to my alarm to wish my mom a happy birthday!*

*****YAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!!!*****

Upon falling back asleep, I recall being crammed in a van with my dad, a strange man and his daughter that we were giving a ride home, and 3 other girls, all around the age of 10, and my friend, Jamie. The guy kept arguing with my dad, and I knew Dad was getting annoyed. The guy insisted that we stop at this street sale to see his family's small heirloom photo that was there. I got out briefly to see what he insisted on stopping for (I didn't think it was worth it). Before getting back in the van, all of a sudden my mom was there and she said I had called her and complained while I was in the van. But it wasn't me. My purse w/ phone inside was under the seat. So I knew exactly who it was; it was Betty, one of the annoying little girls in the back seat. Now, I started to get worried that I wasn't going to get all my possessions back. We had apparently all had fancy hairdos at some point, because all us girls had tons of bobby pins. They were all sizes and colors. I tried to get them sorted out so everyone had their own. There were regular color, purple, standard size, and quarter-inch size.

Then began my new day....