My Going Camping Dream

Last night I dreamed some friends and I were going camping. First I stopped at the folks, to make sure I had enough stuff. While there, the special guest in the middle living room wanted a sandwich, so I made him one. Mom was making a roast, so she had me put roast on his sandwich.
Before the camping trip, we wanted to make a sign, so I had to go to the mall. I didn’t have my car, so I took the bus. Someone I didn’t like was getting on the bus, so I had to cover my face with my hat. After arriving at the mall, I found I no longer had the stuff for the sign. While trying to figure out what happened to that stuff, I saw my friend Theresa going into the mall, so naturally, I hollared and we started talking about my camping trip.
Suddenly, Donald Trump appears on a bus bench and tells us “The Turtle is going to win, because he’ll be the best looking. As unfortunate as that is, it’s true.” He then gripped his ride side, began moaning in pain and belching. As Theresa and I were going through the anatomy on the right side, The Donald disappeared.
Then, on my way to the campground, I stopped at a pharmacy. They desperately needed help, so I jumped in and helped them. Afterward, I went to my camping trip. While camping, there was a baby sleeping with me, and when I woke up, I couldn’t find the baby.