Dream in Mexico

I had a good dream yesterday. The first thing I remember is that the time is nearing for an Opeth concert. I’m in West Orange, I believe, so I get in my car and head off. I’m driving on the highway, and it’s night time it looks like, and it looks like always, there’s going overhead, to my sides I can see city lights, and there’s street lights lined along the highway. At some time during the ride, I realize that I forgot to print the ticket out (since I ordered it online). So I turn off a random exit, and head into a town that looks like a painting. Not really a painting painting, it just looks lively, and the houses are crowded together, and there is a dirt road. It looks like Mexico basically, because the houses are made from adobe.
It’s still night time, so I pull into a parking place, and get out of the car. I start walking in the direction I think will get me to West Orange, but I’m really not sure. As I’m walking on a dirt road, there’s a small fence along the road I’m walking on, and beyond that there is yellow grass, and beyond that there are city lights at the bottom. I see a car heading my way, and soon realize it’s a police car. I turn my back towards the car, and begin walking backwards still going the same direction, and stick out my thumb like I’m hitchhiking. My idea is that if hitchhiking is illegal here, he’ll stop and tell me that it is illegal, and when he does I can ask for directions on how to get to West Orange. So he does stop. I forgot if he told me if it’s illegal or not, but I ask him anyway. He does know the way to West Orange, and for some reason, I have rollerblades on. I hold on to his car, and he starts driving. I’m skitchin basically.
The next thing I remember is that it’s now daylight, and we’re in Mexico. Everyone around the dirt road is Mexican, all the houses are like in Mexico. So now I believe we’re walking, still towards the place where I left my laptop. The cop looks to be my age, by the way. I think he looks like the actor Diego Luna (not sure if it is him). So everything is in Spanish, we’re going uphill on dirt roads, and we finally get to a house on a corner. If I remember correctly, it’s a green house. On the street, there is an entrance that leads to a porch (it’s not the inside of the house yet, but it is covered by a ceiling), and on the porch there is a table. The table against the wall has my laptop on it, and some other things maybe, I don’t remember.
I don’t immediately go after the laptop though, because the cop, let’s call him Diego for now, is talking to a lady, who I think is a neighbor. On the porch, there is a pretty wide entrance to the porch of the next door lady’s house. I walk over there, and there is a bookshelf against the wall, There is a smaller bookshelf further towards her house (away from the street), and something like half table, half shrine, because there are holy things on it. I think there was a Virgen de Guadalupe, a rosary, and maybe some more books underneath. The first bookshelf I see is about as wide as a refrigerator, about that tall also. The table’s height is up to my hip, and the bookshelf against the back-wall is a bit shorter. I remember being amazed because the books are in Spanish, and they look like collections or volumes (hardback). I don’t exactly remember what the books were titled, or what they were about, but I do remember being impressed.
So I’m looking around while Diego is still talking, and then I’m about to exit. The lady Diego is talking to gives him a bottle of coca cola (glass bottle like in Mexico), and another one for him to give to me. I tell her thank you on the way out, grab my laptop, and I don’t remember how, but there is another coke bottle in my hoodie pocket. So Diego gives me the coke, and he’s about to leave. Outside again, there is a delivery truck, and some crates of Pepsi (again glass bottles) are sitting on the ground, and there are 2 or 3 children hanging around outside.
Diego is about to leave, when I ask him what the place is called where I met him, so I can ask someone how to get there. I ask him this because I don’t want to be any more trouble for him, I’d rather get directions from someone else. I forgot what he says, but he doesn’t mind taking me there. Somehow there are bikes outside, and I get on mine, and he gets on his, and we start pedaling away.
I have a coke bottle in each pocket of my hoodie, and I’m driving with one hand because in the other hand is my laptop. We’re going through the dirt roads, I’m worrying that my laptop will fall while I’m biking, and we pass some Mexicans and shops/houses. At one point, Diego is ahead of me, and there are some people that are admiring my laptop, and one guy asks me to trade him for something he has (I forgot if it was a soda or some money), but I refuse the offer, and it seems like he is making fun of me for some reason, or laughing for some reason.
So we’re still biking, and then we’re biking along a railroad track, maybe on the railroad itself, but I also hear a train. I don’t remember anything past that. At the house scene, there was some other lady too, except I didn’t say anything to her. She was either shy or mean spirited, I can’t remember which. Good dream overall, I liked being in Mexico for the short time I was. It was cool inside the house, and I remember liking it a lot, and being impressed by the books (maybe because they were in Spanish, and I don’t own any Spanish language books). It was a good feeling, being in a cool house and there’s books around.