A dream to remember

It was a dream, dream in literal.
I was going home, some village or my village. I was with my bike, I felt relaxed going home, suddenly I heard some car sound and saw a taxi behind me, it was unusual to find a taxi in that soil built dusty village road, I was astonished and stopped willingly to see the taxi, while the taxi was crossing me a girl cried loudly "Bhaiyaaaaa", I could recognize her, she was one of my friends' girl friend. "What is she doing here?". Before I got my answer I saw another university mate in that taxi. I thought they are here, may be for some expedition or project. The taxi left me behind, I can clearly see the taxi still now, it was moving like a junk cartoon in that village road.
I was following that taxi and it stopped ahead of me in a beautiful garden like place and I saw a grand rest house there, I never saw that guest house in my village. Well forwarding to there I found my friend, that girls boyfriend. It was reasonable to find him, it was pretty joyful and surprising to find him there at my village.

But the real drama I saw after a while, it was a rally of taxis, moving like junk cartoon in soil built dusty village road, loaded with people, all my university people, my friends, my enemies, they are all I could remember, some of them are now far away from this country, but I found them all.

I felt I am host, they are all my guest. They all ported to that rest house. They were playing, they were talking, they were laughing and dancing.
I saw them, I was quite myself in my dream, the most beautiful dream so far.