Dream:

I was walking around the farm. Like, really around it, as opposed to just across a little part of it. In the dream the farm was a big square divided into four quadrants, with much of the interior being a lake with some islands. There may have been some boating and/or Factorioesque gameplay happening around the islands earlier in the dream, which I no longer remember. The outer edge was muddy and under construction and had some odd hills, but was traversable by foot.

By the time I had walked all the way back along the third edge, to the 'front' of the farm, I found myself on a country highway that I would have to walk along to get home, unless I wanted to turn around and circumnavigate the farm again. I chose highways. Plural because there were a couple of turns I would have to make. It was not super straightforward, but I had made this journey once or twice before and knew the way.

As I turned a corner, a lady who lived in a house there started talking to me, asking if I needed help. But there was judgement in her eyes. I suspected that her offer was based on suspicion rather than friendship.