Running Away and the Mexican Attack

It seemed like in my dream last night I had returned to my mission. I was in a threesome with one of my old companions and one of my friends from law school. For some reason we were driving outside the city and trying to find a place to live or camp out in the country along the side of a road. Our car was filled with our stuff, like maybe we were running away. I think I remember being worried about the elders in our district, but mostly only one of them. On our first attempt, we didn't find any running/clean water that we would be able to use. On our second attempt, we did find a stream on the side of the road, along with a lot of snow, so that we wouldn't be able to get out of the car to the water without getting our feet soaked in icy water (we of course didn't have snow clothes or shoes).

Somehow, the Lexis rep from law school found us and told us that Mexico had threatened to invade California, specifically by digging a tunnel under California and blowing it up from beneath. This got us worried, since my family and one of my companion's family were in California. We called the mission president and admitted that we had run away and were clear out in the country on the north side. (It wasn't as bad as if I had actually done this while I was on my mission, because now the north and south missions are combined, so at least we hadn't left the mission boundaries.) I also received a call from my Dad. He was driving with Joel and Mandy back from Laguna, or wherever they had gone for the night, because it was closer to the beach and therefore safer from the Mexican attack (I don't get that logic, but in the dream that made sense). He told me they were driving back because the just couldn't live in fear all the time. My mom wasn't with them, but was going to be joining them soon.

Then all of a sudden I was with them in California, in my grandparents' house (my grandparents don't live in California in real life, just in this dream). I was comparing that house to the house they lived in when I was little. I was close, but not exactly the same. The Mexican threat was still going on, and we were living off of food in the garden. My dad was going to make juice out of water, a package of Kool-aid, and the most rotten fruit he could find in the garden, because it would be the sweetest.