Night of January 27th

It's a little fuzzy, but I remember that I was working in some kind of school program and it was running into late hours of the night. We were at a house waiting to be released and no one could figure out the time. The kitchen said 4:58am, and the real time ended up being 1:33am. Then I was in a hall with Anthony looking after all these kids. We were chaperones. There was a little girl with blonde hair that sat on my lap and told Anthony a story. Then we were wondering when we would be able to leave because it was the middle of the night. In the room, the final attraction was this rope set up, almost like a clothes line, and a toy bicycle rode across it with either a hamster in it or a stuffed animal. When we were able to leave I drove home and couldn't find a spot and there were mis -understandings about cars with Anthony. I then was supposed to meet him at this fancy restaurant but didn't want to drive home from the city by myself.

*This seems to be a common theme: not wanting to drive home from the city. In my dreams I get really anxious about it and it's nerve-wrecking. *