#sky path

Dream: There was something in the beginning about having lunch with Jerry and Elaine from Seinfeld, and one of them was studying for a difficult test for a mean, hard ass college professor who didn't like them (because whichever one it was hadn't bothered to show up at all to class all semester). [My friend, irl] and Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S were there. We all packed up and started to leave, but [my friend, irl] and I waited for Monica who was in the bathroom.

As we left, it was suddenly that Me, [my friend, irl], [the other parent of my friend's children], and [their two young children] were at a party city / chuck e cheese type place and it was nighttime and closing so we were leaving. There was some stuff about us leaving and making sure the kids didn't walk out with anything they weren't supposed to, like jumbo mylar balloons or party favor toys, but it would happen like [younger child] would go and have to come back as [older child] was going, then we'd send [younger child] back while [older child] was trying to leave again with something. Finally, even though [older child] was holding a floating white latex balloon, we all started walking across the parking lot towards the car.

I stopped to wait for [my friend, irl] and [younger child], so I could keep chatting with [my friend, irl]. We get to the car and I realize [older child] isn't there. I scan the crowd of people and just for a flash I see the tip of the white balloon disappear between two cars. I run over fast and find [older child] buckled in to the front passenger seat of an old green minivan, with some blonde middle aged white woman in the driver's seat. [Older child] looks a little scared but had been sitting there politely because the woman obviously had convinced [older child] that [my friend, irl] had allowed this. The woman rolled her eyes and said "ugh, it was just for the weekend" (meaning she's saying she would only take [older child] for the weekend and then return them, which is obviously a lie because she's kidnapping [older child]). I rip the door open and drag her out, then reach across the seats and pull [older child] out. I snap a picture of the license plate on my phone. I bring [older child] back over to [my friend, irl]'s car, where [my friend, irl] and [other parent] had been freaking out but couldn't go far because [younger child] was already buckled into their booster seat and [my friend and other parent] didn't want to leave them. I'm scolding [older child], telling them that never ever under any circumstances should they trust an adult that says [my friend, irl] gave them permission to spend the night/ weekend with that person, without hearing it directly from [my friend, irl]'s mouth. The green minivan is already gone.

We get in the car to drive home. It had been night, but now it was day. We get stuck in traffic (with cop cars speeding ahead) and suddenly I think I see the green minivan. I point it out to [my friend and other parent], and I don't remember who was driving but they take off after it. We lose the minivan, but we find ourselves driving up this road that goes up into the sky into the clouds. At the top, there's a house (it looks like we're in the back of the house) with a door that leads into the garage. We all get out and sneak into the garage, and it's empty. But [my friend, irl] is determined to get these people that tried to kidnap their child, and I also want to get them. The big garage door is across from us, so we sneak over.

There's a small flap, almost like on a mail slot in a door, at eye level but it's screwed shut into the rail of the garage door. I quietly unscrew it, since we don't want to alert anyone by opening the garage door. Except the screw was holding the garage door down, and when I finish unscrewing it, the garage door pops up and opens about two feet (with the normal amount of noise a garage down makes). I grab it and try to quietly pull it back door, and I close it to about 1 or 2 inches open. I peek out the flap and see at least 6 cars parked 3x2, including the green minivan. There's also the lady talking to a strong looking red headed bearded white guy, with an older white man walking farther away up the sky driveway towards a castle. Luckily, I think the woman and the red headed guy are too far away to have heard the garage pop back open. I explain to [my friend, irl] that I see cars, and a green minivan, and they say "is it the same one? Are you sure?" But I can't see the license plate, so I lay down on the floor and push the garage door up to be about 6 inches open, and check the license plates. I see now that two of the cars are green minivans, and neither of them have the correct license plate number.