I had a dream where me and A were backpacking in Japan and ran into Andy McCoy and his wife, driving around in a convertible mostly made out of plywood.
They gave us a lift, but soon after we took a road that was suspiciously grown over by vegetation. It ended up being a dead end with a missing bridge, but he drove over all the same, and we fell for what felt like a hundred meters. We were fine, though, so we thanked them for the lift and parted ways with them.
There was also fishing in shallow shore waters, though for some reason it was done without a rod and using smaller live fish as bait. We were trying to catch sturgeons, though I don’t think small ones eat other fish. Also for some reason my dad was there and was super annoyed with me.
But maybe that was a separate dream.