mom was trying to get a job as a host for smuggled Chinese foreigners. she was not aware of the fact that this is illegal activity and I had to get a little mad before a crowd of people (who were obviously gangster types) and managed to drag her out of the deal. well idk maybe I was wrong, everybody was looking at me funny, it's quite possible smuggling is not illegal in dreams. then we were running with some friends through countryside-like place when a big hostile treant-like creature appeared, everyone was scared to a point especially after the treat attacked my party using a huge dead log as a weapon. nobody could fight him face to face, so I ran to a nearby ranch house to look for ideas. found this minimalistic old cast iron stove and a chair next to it, obviously this was some sort of a fireplace the people of the house had. I looked at the stove and there was material that could catch on fire, so my idea was to make a fire projectile and get rid of that treant. luckily I found a piece of matchsticks next to me and right away tried to make fire. the first matchstick strike was success, but the tinder in the pot was still wet or something, so I could not lit it right away. then just before I try again, two little girls can down the stairs behind me. they were looking like 4 years old. since they were just kids and they did not looked panicked I just ignored them and went on trying again to light the fire. the second matchstick I picked was with a little bit less gunpowder on it's tip, you know there is like two of these in any average matchstick set, unless your matchsticks are some military quality, its normal. so I thought I could try and use it anyways. then the two kids approached me with open eyes saying nothing, just watching. I stroke the matchstick, but it just made screeching sound, leaving a trail of gunpowder on the box. I stated to feel awkward, I needed to hurry to make fire and the two little spectators were paying attention closely to my endeavor, yet I did not wanted to change the bad matchstick with a good one, because I knew I can strike it lit. so I tried again, result was similar, no fire at all , just a screech on the box. I knew I have just one more try. it was all or nothing, glory or demise. my third stroke was fast and deliberated. the matchstick broke its tip, right in my hands. the slightly older of the girls pointed at it and commented with piety: "oh it did not worked". then they ran with her sister to play out somewhere. idk what I did in this dream afterwards, I think my friends helped me to beat that treat in the end, things are getting blurry at that point. or I managed to make a fire, and scare that bugger off, who knows...