Dream: Jail and Airport

I guess continuing my strange dreams, I had this one on Sunday morning.

It started off with Ari and I this place that was like a jail, it wasn’t one but it seemed like one. Ari was in charge of the place and I was hanging out in the lobby, but behind this glass door with iron bars were a bunch of guys in holding. I don’t remember much else, but that scene is still pretty vivid in my mind.

Afterward Ari and I were checking in at the airport, but she had forgotten her license. We left the ticket counter pretty disappointed, but as we are leaving her Uncle shows up with her license. The license itself was pretty banged up but it was her license none the less. After checking in we were out in the parking lot getting our bags and her Uncle and Aunt show up again to give us boxes of supplies for our trip (lots of food and bug┬áreplant). As we start to open the boxes and put foodstuffs into our bags, we took out junk (Indian symbols or other mysticisms). We put the good stuff in our bags and our two kids bags. ­čÖé