I had to drive a long way to get where a lot of other people were going. I had to turn around for some reason and drive back 70 miles, then I turned around again and resumed the journey. On the way back I had to ride with my family, and they did not understand why there was a need to rush. It was making me anxious that they were taking too long. We passed several beautiful drives; one of them was a road with beautiful tall flowers on both sides of the road. It reminded me of the wizard of oz.