Jasons car is getting fixed right now, I think that is why I dreamed about it breaking down in the middle of the hot hot summer in Phoenix. But as it broke down, we realized that we had to hide it somehow and disguise ourselves because we were hiding from the FBI. I don't know why we were running or what crime we had supposedly committed, but we were panicked because we had to hide and hide the car. Somehow we were able to lift up the car and carry it across a bridge we were stuck on. Then all of the sudden we were able to drive the car again, and Jason found us hats and sunglasses to hide from the FBI. Then we drove to a house that I have dreamed about before. This house is a smaller one than the big house I dream of. it is more like a cottage doll house type of house on a hill, on a street with other houses, but it is kind of back nestled in some trees. The inside of this house changes a lot in my dreams. The inside this time, was bare, there was no furniture, except for a table with food on it. and I knocked on the front door at first, but when no one answered I just went in, and looked around, and looked out the back window to see if there was a good place to hide the car. There was an entire parking lot in the back of the house. I realized I didnt know if anyone was home in the house so I called hello...and no answer. But then a little girl appeared on the stairs, and she was laughing and ran up the stairs. I followed her up, and found her mom...who I dont know in real life, but in my dream apparently we were good friends. She invited Jason and I to stay and have lunch with her family, but we couldnt hide the car because the parking lot had assigned spaces. Then I started looking out the window again hoping the FBI did not find us yet.
Why I dream about houses so much I really dont know. Maybe it is because I have lived in so many different houses throughout my life?