What I still remember from last night's dream: I was walking on a grassy hill and this little boy accidentally kicked his soccer ball too hard. It rolled towards me and I went to kick it back, but, being the klutz I am, I instead accidentally kicked it over the hill and into the nearby stream. Apologizing, I ran after the ball to go find a way to retrieve it, but the stream turned into this really fast-moving river. Every time I got close, it would speed up further - at one point even turning around and going back the way I had come from. (At this point, someone next to me who'd been watching it exclaimed that the ball was being controlled by some sort of remote. AKA someone was purposely preventing me from catching up to it.)
I ran after it some more anyway, and ended up inside this house at one point. I ran out onto the balcony after seeing it float by through the window, and sure enough, there was the ball. So I ran back outside and started running down the dirt path (which was looking kind of like the dirt path you'd see at a campground). As I'm passing this hulk of a man (I think he looked like Thor) the man stopped me, and somehow or another it became apparent that he thought I was some goddess in human form (literally; not a pick-up line). I didn't deny it so I guess it was true? I was still focused on how far away the soccer ball had gotten.
I never did get the ball back for that kid. ):