Voyages of a Skywalker

I a m participating in some gathering. My mother is here. We sit on some sort of skateboard esque vehicle, on our butts. We slide down a windy forest highway, holding hands. My mom pulls me in closer to her, avoiding the traffic on either side of us.

I am in this house. I know it, but it's been a while. There are beds everywhere, as if the owners were accomodating many guests. I get the sense that this may be the last time I get to be here. Amanda C. is here. She is in a room that is failiar to me.
Two couches very close to each other.
Small room, crowded.
Low lit.
Electronics with their messy cords.
I lose my camera. Suddely it's night and I feel alone in the house. I'm not scared just anxious to know where everyone is. I walk around in the dark until I am upstairs. There is a large room just before two smaller rooms that are side by side. I don't think these rooms have doors. Only door frames. I enter the room to the right, and find someone is sleeping. I feel this is a young woman, one who lives here. The daughter of the owners possibly. I leave the room and house. I find myslef in a wooded area. I follow the sounds of talking, laughter and music. I find a crowd of people, some familiar. They all seem to be sitting on a raised platform of some kind. Like the bed of a semi-truck or a dock. My mom is also here. She is sitting on someone's lap, a man. She is glowing with happiness. I see my father and realize that this group is comprised mostly of musicians. It's dark and they are partying it up. I see Ryan H. up on the platform. I don't want to talk to him because
a) I dont think he'll remember me and
b) I just don't want the small talk right now.
There is a small black boy telling a joke. The joke has something to do with the 80's and the band New Edition. I pretend to laugh uncontrolably so Ryan doesn't think that I recognize him (oh dream logic).

Note: My father was a musician.