Vacation with family. My mother and my siblings and I in a rented 50' motor home, my stepdad following in rented two-door sedan of some kind. After a while, I took over driving because my mom was tired, but the motor home was difficult to handle-- it was hard to keep it going slower than 75 mph and it didn't handle corners well, so I was fishtailing and swinging way out into oncoming traffic whenever the road bent to the right, and nearly brushing mountains or whatever on the right side when it bent to the left. Horrifying. After a brief while, I turned control back over to my mom, who is normally a less-than-sterling driver, but she had no trouble with this thing. Then I enjoyed the scenery.
My brain is really good, it seems, at generating scenery. Saw canyons, cliffs, deserts, mountains-- none of which is real; every bit of it was created solely by my imagination. The most beautiful and eeriest piece of scenery was driving across a bridge, long like the San Mateo. It apparently used to run right along the surface of a huge lake, but the bowl-valley that the lake had once filled had dried up some time in the past, leaving this bridge just spanning two miles of valley about two hundred feet up. However, the lake was starting to fill back up again, so looking out over the edge of the bridge, I could see miles of water, no more than a foot deep and absolutely crystal clear/blue, like snorkeling lagoons in the Caribbean or something, dotted here and there with the skeletons of animals which had died of thirst crossing the lakebed when it was a dry desert.
In the second dream, which was like an epilogue to the vacation of the first dream, my younger brother had rented a couple of movies but failed to turn them in so the rental place was holding him hostage. My stepdad and I found the tapes but couldn't remember the location or name of the store; we only knew it was in San Francisco somewhere. We finally found the place in the Yellow Pages under Seafood Restaurants. Turned the films in, retrieved my brother. The owner of the store suggested that we might enjoy the film "CB4"-- would we care to rent it? We said no and got the hell outta there.