Dream Nine

I'm on a snow trip with my brother and some aquaintances. We're at a large complex of buildings... restaurants and the like. There's a swimming pool. We are trying to all get a seat at this one restaurant. My dad is there. The restaurant has a tiki / hawaian theme, but it's confusing... the whole restaurant is set up like a convoluted maze. The foyer is right in the middle, and you have to go through a couple layers of tables and walls to get there. Somehow we have no problem locating things. I eventually get a seat with my dad. We kick back and talk. There's something not quite right... he said something that bothered me... he wasn't staying or he had to go or something.
There was more to it, but I can't remember.
Now we're in a parking lot figuring out the car situation. Simon and I are taking a total of three cars to get back home. We're drving one to the location of another and picking that one up, then repeating. We're laughing about it, but I think it's a good idea and there's no way I could have planned it better.
I think we should do every trip without a way home and figure it out at the last second.
As I drive/ride home, We pass by a campsite and there are mailboxes all over the place. People have mail delivered to their campsite. The barbeques and benches are crammed together and piled all over the place. The sites are very small and brightly colored. Everything seems to be orange or red or yellow and mottled. The rest of the world is pasty white... either because of snow or just by contrast with the barbeques, I can't tell.