This dream I want to keep, to compare with according what is happening to me in future:
I think the parts I remember in the dream started with me and a guy I have a good eye on, and have thought of for a while, though we have no contact. We went off something, perhaps a bus, we were then in the middle of a street party with joyful people of all ages. We did not know what they celebrated. The place was where my parents had their house until my mother died five years ago. It is a nice quite idyllic village and the surroundings around where they lived was old with nice old villas and big green gardens. In this dream the area was a bit different. Me and my friend, we where close friends in the dream, passed the celebrating people and went in to a white typical old Swedish villa, and there we ended up on the upper floor. We sat concentrated in a bed watching TV, I have the feeling the program was about something who concerned everyone and that was why we could go in to this unknown house and sit down on a bed. When the program was finished, we stood up. In the bed we had sat on the edge, behind us laid an old man, not particularly weak, instead just part of the interest of the program and the bed was his so he lay down among us to watch the program. Also his wife appeared old and strong her too. I tried to tell who I was according that they were neighbour to my parents. I'm not sure I succeed to make them understand. There was no harm that we had been there, we just thanked that we could be there and on the way out again just outside the house I saw my parents house.
Howcome I don't know. Instead of walking to my parents house, we walked a bit, we were close to each other and I made some invitations to have sex while walking, the place was not good for that, but I was not refused we just saved the occasion for later. Suddenly we had jumped on a bus (again?). The bus took us directly out in a strange green altough nice landscape. There were cozy houses and gardens on one side of the very narrow road, and forest on the other side. The road was too narrow for the bus, in reality, and for some parts built with big flat stones. We went over a bridge also with this flat stones to drive on, in reality the bus' wheels would get stuck on each side of this bridge. The bus seemed to drive over to very nice calm cats laying on the bridge, they made no attempt to move and seemed pleased even when this big bus drove over them. The road had also very sharp curves, and the bus could make them, some of them more than 90 degrees, without destroying the surroundings, fences to the gardens etc.
I tried to tell the busdriver and another women that we had taken the wrong bus, or the wrong direction. They did not stop the bus anyway and there the dream finished. All the time in the bus my friend was sitting back in the bus, and did not take much notice of my talking to the others.