It was a sunny day in New York City and I think I was supposed to be going to school in this particular dream. But I was with two friends and we decided to walk south towards the bridge. Several blocks later, we were at the entrance to the bridge except that now it looked more like a tunnel. Nevertheless we entered the tunnel. It was a long straight tunnel with other tunnels branching off at right angles to the main one. At the first junction we took a left and found ourselves in a big hall with whitewashed walls, floor and ceiling. There was nothing in the hall except a large number of supermarket checkout counters arranged in one long row as far as the eye can see to the left and right.
In the next dream, I was a well-traveled individual making my way through South America staying at lots of inns and seeing the sights on my own. When I returned home, the credit card bill was already waiting for me. (dreams have very short credit cycles) It looked like a travelogue, complete with little photographs. The odd thing was each item on the bill had a paragraph-long note complaining about how one merchant was using an obsolete credit machine, how another merchant could not be contacted after repeated phone calls, and so on for several pages.