A dream about a family vacation

I dreamed we went on a family vacation somewhere, and stopped at a lodge to spend the night. There were two rooms available--one with eight beds, and one with two. At first we thought we'd take both--the big one for the kids, and the little one for Erick and me, but the little one just had two twin beds so we decided to just go for the big one. Several of those beds were just sofa beds, including one that when you pushed a button on the arm of the couch a sleeping bag popped out onto the floor, but we figured it would work. But on the main bed, there was vomit across the bed and halfway across the floor. It was really nasty--big chunks of minestrone. We weren't sure if Axton did it or someone else who had stayed there.

I said, "It's okay, we'll get the maid to clean it up." But Sarah just grabbed a broom and dustpan and started sweeping up chunks of macaroni. I told her she didn't have to do that, but she sweetly said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

Then I went to buy some food. I bought ice cream for the kids and me, and since Erick couldn't have any, I bought him cottage cheese in waffle cones. I stopped at the Vision Center on the way out of Walmart and made eye appointments for the kids, and then left. Halfway home I realized the safety seal on the cottage cheese was broken, so I decided I should be on the safe side and return it. As I went back through the neighborhood where I had purchased the cottage cheese at a yard sale, I realized all of the yard sales had closed up and gone home. While looking for the yard sale, I inadvertently ran a stop light. A cop was sitting at the intersection. Panicked, and knowing we could not afford a traffic ticket at that time, I pulled over to the curb and ordered everyone out of the car. We ditched the car and ran up an alley to hide from the cop, and then ducked into the first door.

The first door just happened to be the door to a store that sold used cars, which seemed to be the perfect solution for our problem. We would just buy a different car and not have to worry about getting a traffic ticket. Lori VanMeter was selling the cars. We picked out a station wagon, thinking we could give it to Sarah when we were done with it. I asked Erick if we could afford another car payment, and he suggested trading in the Suburban. I explained to Lori that it was totaled, but that otherwise it was in good shape.

And that's about the end of my dream.