Cabin & Restaurant
There was a strange cabin/two-room house that was decorated in a minimalist style. Very modern, plopped on the side of a hill in a small, densely populated commercial area. Directly behind the cabin, the hillside became like a cliff, where grass overhang the edge. A large concrete building stood on the top.
At the bottom of the hill, about a block away as a restaurant. The restaurant was mostly an old-world brick building, both within and without. There were tall 'cocktail' tables (round tables, no more than 2 feet across, and about 4 feet high) all around, and most people were standing. Nearly everyone was holding a wine glass, and it was very crowded.
While I was in there, Samuel L Jackson walked out and down the street in the direction of the cabin. I stepped outside to talk to him. He was already a good few hundred feet away, but he turned around and yelled back as he walked backwards. Something about 'figuring it out'.
Techno Mall
I was sitting in a car outside of the house of someone I know - whom I only know online. I've sent this person things via the mail, so I know the address, and have looked it up on Google Maps/Street View. I know what the house looks like, and vaguely what this person looks like.
She gets into the car and I drive to a surreal highway. I take a right out of the side street onto the surreal highway. It starts to snow. A traffic circle is approaching and I'm asking which direction we should take. I'm told the 2nd right.
We arrive at a store that reminds me of the outdoor porch from Beetlejuice, except with round windows. Other than that odd architectural element, in all it looked very much like a Marshall's store in a strip mall near me. Inside this store, all the products (and there weren't many) were either in wall niches or on lighted, plastic pedestals. The wall niches were glowing orange, and the floor pedestals were glowing white. I chose a large, puffy, white trench coat and we left.
The next location (did we drive? I don't recall) was a mall I've seen in a few different dreams. We were at the escalators, and music that sounded like "Gangnam Style" was playing quietly enough that you couldn't discern if it was the real thing or not. I opened up the coat, and the interior lit up neon orange. I also had large, round sunglasses whose frames also lit up neon orange.
