I dreamt I was in a school bus, and my mother was driving. The driving started from a junction close to where I live, then it returned to the very same junction shortly after. I found this a bit weird in the dream, as it would have required to drive south then north to reach the same place, but we were just driving north. I stopped thinking about this, however.
Now we were in the middle of the road. I recall saying a racist word involving the Jews, to provoke my mother, altough I'm not a racist/nazi. At the same time, I held two big revolvers and aimed forward at the road, for no apparent reason, and there was no window on the bus and it had the size of a motorcycle now. Shortly after I had said the racist phrase, me and my mother had an argument, in which I found her very annoying (as she is in reality when complaining too). I kept shouting "Shut up!" and after a while she dropped it.
After the argument, she asked me who my favorite friend is. I said I like friend X better than friend Y. And friend Y's house was nearby, so we were going to visit him. Still the car had the size of a motorcycle and it had no windows.
We did not go to friend Y's house as planned. Instead, we came to a rather random house with a small hill where a middle-aged woman lived. Altough she was not so young, she had good looks. At this point, the bus had normal size and we drove it down the small hill which was right next to the house. The bus started shrinking, as we went down the hill, and as it was about to collide with the house wall, I reached out my hand and pushed it towards the house wall to stop it.
My mom was talking to the woman and I went into the her garden, carrying the bus, which was approximately 1 metre long now, in one hand. I found one of my cats in the garden and stroked him a bit, and I noticed how parts of the garden was an exact copy of my grandmother's garden. The house itself was not my grandmother's house, altough it had the same color and similiarities could be seen.
