The Dreams of August 26-27

The first of these dreams was a bit boring, but for some reason I was in a group of people trying to keep alive and going from place to place where I, secretly, kept sending zip-files of pictures of famous paintings to my art history teachers at uni. Not a big head-scratcher as I've been in the process of finding out if I can enter a new course this semester.

Then the interesting dream kicked off, the one in which I was down at the E4 motorway and something like 15 square meters of it collapsed and we who were there had to get people out. The first thing I remember was seeing all these cars having been half-buried in dirt and dust and the guy next to me, who for some reason had a pick-up truck with a canoe on it, starting to prod the vehicle closest to us with a paddle. I'm not sure why, it's not as if he was trying to break a window to get in and it didn't make any sense to be "knocking" with the paddle either.
But we were getting people out after a few minutes and it was pretty basic rescue work, really. But then, I went up the slope to where there was this sort of road diner and gas station. I was outside the road diner and heard a group of men talking to a woman about food outside it, and there was something about rolling up sugar in some other food item and eating it (something like a pancake, but that wasn't it) and she said she was allergic to sugar. Then they went inside and were going to order from the ethnic food served in the restaurant (though I don't remember which country it was from, just that it had a lot of vowels and H:s in it but wasn't Finnish) and I remember the guy running the place trying to pronounce the names of the dishes.
Then I started hiking up the green hill right next to the restaurant, when I got quite high there was a fence and a rope to hold on to for the hikers as the slope got quite steep. The fence just seemed to end where the rope was tied to it, no gate or anything, just no more fence. And there were these little strange creatures, like a hybrid between boars and this orange, fluffy, long-snouted creature I read about in a Donald Duck comic as a child (though the dream-creature was not orange, but sort of... brownish-terracotta-burgundy). A quite hefty woman and her (about) five-yearold daughter came climbing up behind me, and apparently the grazing creatures belonged to them. One of the fattest little creatures belonged to the girl and she cuddled it, despite it being the same size as her. It greeted me by licking my face (though it was more like sucking my face, very strange but adorable creatures) and then the woman and her child started going down the steepest part of the hill where there wasn't any grass, just rocks and dirt and dust. But it looked dangerous and I warned them that the rocks might have shifted after the collapse of the motorway down below. The woman agreed that this might be the reason, but they kept going and then I woke up.