We were at a camp of some kind. We'd been doing physical labor to clean the place up... lots of trees and winding paths... near the end of the dream a big bus showed up that opened its side into a long ice cream stand. There were candies and syrups and all sorts of goodies.
I'm an artist, alchemist, witch, writer, lucid dreamer, librarian, sister, daughter, recluse, watcher and note-taker, goof-off, clairvoyant-in-study and mostly still a mystery to myself.
