YES! Finally had a memorable, overall-good dream. Starts off with the family (sans dad) in our old minivan taking a roadtrip. In fact, my brain shows me a map of where we're going. Instead of San Francisco, the city has been replaced with Miles City. We're on our way to see Miles, you see! We stop at some relative's place. I never see who they are but I get a strong sense of boredom with it. I go and ride my bike around the unfamiliar (even in my dreams, I've never seen it before) city. At some point, I blow a hole in my back tire. Three cute guys happen to see and help me put a bandaid over the hole (I don't know) which I get the idea will sustain me long enough to get to... my old elementary school! Of course!
I go there, and ride pretty well for a blown tire, down the hallways. I say hello to my old 4th grade teacher, my favorite teacher ever, as she's leaving (she became a substitute after retiring) and down the hallway I remember so well. I round the corner, and I'm on my way toward my 5th grade teacher's room when my 3rd grade teacher, my least favorite ever, started following me down the hall, wondering why the fuck I was riding a bicycle through the school. But she called me "Timmy". Twice. I get the emotional sense of cruelty at this part. So... I turn around and give her a lecture about how I was just going to try to get my bike repaired. I show her the hole and say "screw you lady, if you're going to be such a bitch, I'm going home!" And I start walking off with the bike.
So to sum up, on the way to go visit Miles, I meet three cute guys who, I failed to mention, are actually kinda into me, meet up with my favorite teacher of all time, and tell off that teacher I always hated in grade school. Other than the flat tire, nothing bad happened in it at all. And I remember every detail. ^_^