I was visiting my boyfriend Adam's family in Florida. In the dream, he had a much larger family than in real life. He had either eleven brohters or eleven cousins, I can't remember which. All of them were at this one small house which looked like a combination of my family's old house and a Sims house. None of them were very nice to me. Most of the boys were younger -- elementary school age -- and I was attempting to play with them. They had dug their own creek on one side of the yard, and a rainstorm had filled it with water. I got in the creek, and the boys kept trying to push me over until I was in the mud. It didn't seem like a very dirty creek to me at first, but, at one point during the dream, I began watching myself playing with the boys. They finally got me on my knees in the creek, and I started saying, "Ew, it's dirty!" as though I were a little kid myself.
Adam's mom appeared out of nowhere, apparently having made the drive from North Carolina to Florida. She went up to Adam's dad and gave him a hug. Then she started asking him for money. He still owed her child support. I went up to her after the trasnsaction was finished and asked her what that had been about. She told me that the divorce had been amicable and that she and Adam's dad were "still good friends."
Later, I found myself in a mall with the adults in Adam's family. We were behind the storefronts, though, in a gray concrete hallway. Another lady in the hallway told me we could get the best deals this way. We were also told that if we followed the hallway far enough, we would end up at Disneyworld.
Soon, I found myself back at the house. It looked much larger inside than it had from the outside. The furnishings were nice, though most of them looked like Sims furnishings.
Adam and I decided to leave early. We began walking out of the neighborhood and then out of Bradenton altogether. On the way, we went by a tacky looking golf course and resort called "The Ramshackle." I said we should go there. Adam disagreed at first, but I got him to change his mind a couple miles down the road. Fortunately, another entrance for The Ramshackle popped up just as soon as Adam had made his decision. We went into a small yellow cottage to pay our way into The Ramshackle.
I suppose we stayed there or at least played golf, but it must have been fairly inconsequential. The next town we came to on our walk was a snowy place in Nebraska. I saw a fellow online journaller there, though she doesn't live in Nebraska. I only saw her for a minute -- she was standing on a snowy rooftop and looking over the rest of the town, though there wasn't much else to see -- but somehow I was able to know her whole story. She would do anything to get out of Nebraska, and she was trying to get into a good college so that she wouldn't have to live there any longer.
Adam and I passed through the town and kept on walking.
