Something vague about me being an arcade with a lot of strange games I have never seen before - a common dream symbol of mine. Later, me and my brother are leaving a house. There is a man standing next to a car on the driveway. He is American, and supposedly doesn't speak a thing of Portuguese. I remember he looked a little like Antonio Fagundes, a brasilian actor (http://rd1audienciadatv.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/antonio-fagundes.jpg). Apparently, my brother's going to do some business with him - it seems he was going to either sell or buy a car. I try talking with the man, but for some reason he doesn't seem to understand my English.

It annoys me - I was being perfectly clear, yet it seemed as if he was doing it on purpose. I finally try speaking with him in Portuguese, which just results in confused looks. We all enter a car and head somewhere else. On the way, I continue to try talking with the guy, until at some point he plainly stops understanding English and only speaks in Portuguese. I'm confused. We're arriving at this parking lot for some shop or mall. My brother is driving really fast and the place is empty, so he drifts the car, the tires screaming as we turn and stop suddenly, perfectly inside a parking spot, 1 cm or so away from the wall. The car's proportions seem to change here, and the front seats (my brother quickly left the car and left us there) seem to be smaller. The man comments about how it was wise of him not to bring his daughter, as she might have gotten hurt in those seats.