Don't Make Fun of Guinea Pigs

John = My mom's boyfriend

I went camping in Santa Cruz with Shayna. I had a huge backpack with me. It was getting dark and we were still on the move. The scenery was really vivid, the sky was a little overcast but the sunset was making it a deep purple-blue color and it was drizzling. We were on an island and when we got to the edge of it it was covered in ice, and we had to cross these ice caps to get to the mainland. As we were crawling across the ice, chunks of it were breaking off in our hands. We eventually got to this small villiage out in the woods and for some reason decided to stay there for the night. I think our trip ended the next day so I was kind of upset that we never actually camped.
I was at this warehouse and there were faucets on the outside of the building. I was trying to use a sink to cook something so I was trying to figure out how to turn the water on. There was a guy using the faucet next to mine that had running water, so I went inside the building to try to find the switch. There were a lot of switches inside that seemed to correspond to each faucet and they were numbered. I tried a couple of them and I think the other guy started helping me. We eventually found the right one and were very excited about it. So I started cooking and I was making chocolate chip cookies.
I was at a contest or show that involved guinea pigs. I was friends with a lot of the owners but I was sitting in the audience watching. John was sitting behind me with one of his friends and they were both making fun of guinea pigs and saying how stupid they were. I told them to shut up, then they started mocking me, so I started punching John in the face. I was putting a lot of effort in to my punches but for some reason they were really weak and I couldn't get myself to punch him hard enough. Because of this, John wasn't really affected by me hitting him, so I think I just got frustrated and gave up. Eventually the show was over and I started talking to Tiffany. She had a mole with her instead of a guinea pig (at least that's what he was in the dream, he might have actually been some other little animal). I was holding him while Tiffany worked. She was making little bead things for the mole because according to her the mole liked them. When She was finished making these she took them over to the pool, and turned the first one over so all the beads fell into the pool. Then she did the same with the second one. She said the second one didn't work very well and it usually looked much cooler.