Travel and housing

Date: 7/22/2016

I was in Canada, trying to drive home and a bridge was out. Dad was going to try and drive my car up the embankment on the other side despite my protest it was impossible. then the military (or someone) showed up with a portable bridge. once we got across, dad wanted to go see some casket of a dead friend who was being transported or something. we detoured, and resultantly going through a narrow passage, he caught the sides of my car against some walls of hills or something and scratched the hell out of it and I was really pissed. there was a gash in one side... we got out and walked to some airport terminal something and had to go thru a tunnel and I guess they were loading gold up a lift of some kind. I stepped up onto the lift and started pulling some chains to lift myself us up to the next part of the tunnel as we were going back, and he started asking sarcastically if I had permission to do that. We were back home and I guess previous homeowners decided they didn't want to sell to us anymore and took the house back. we went back to the previous house, I was outside shoveling light snow when one of the neighbors came over and was looking at the sidewalk and I started telling them that the concrete want the same as elsewhere in the neighborhood, and started trying to point at the different layers stamps in the concrete.