This past night, I dreamed that we, my family in the dream, but not my family in real life, the last name was Ignatius (fire) went to stay at the home of some kid/young adult who was away and we had either rented his home to stay or we just crashed there. There was a man climbing the walls on the outside of the building with rappelling gear. The walls were dirty white stucco and the kid had left his junk everywhere: boating vests, etc. Then, it was just me in a high school gym. Lis came to see me, in a big tricked out green Ford pickup truck with a lift kit and enormous tires. There were shades of pale: ivory, bone, white, winter white, you get the idea. Lis put something in a basket, something wooden I think. I drove home and she followed me in the big truck.