So we're driving away from my mom's house (out in the sticks of Oregon) (mom driving, stepdad, my older sister, and one of my younger siblings or maybe some other little kid). We get a flat tire and look for a good place to pull over so that my older brother, who was supposed to leave sometime after us, can see us if he passes by.

We end up on this side road where we find a gathering. The Pope is there. He gives us all one push on a rope swing and a bite of ice cream. As my older sister, whichever little kid is with us, and I wait in this little playroom kind of off to the side (I had actually hit the door when I was on the rope swing), some kind lady from the kitchen offers us a box of juice.

In a dream a little bit before that, it was my second time having a dream where I get together with this one girl. But as the dreams progress, she always morphs into my previous/first girlfriend.