Well, I had a doozy last night!
I was staying over at my parents' home, the house I was raised in. A friend was staying with me, and he was Asian; the face was familiar, but I haven't been able to place it. My mother was there. We were going to fly back to Philadelphia.
I was the one who was poking around and putting us behind schedule. We were picked up by some guy driving a very strange vehicle, with an open back seat. It was yellow in color. He drove us all over the county to deliver ice cream before finally taking us to the airport, where a clock showed only 15 minutes until the time of our flight.
That's the last I remember of it.