A bad vacation before life imprisonment

I was on a long car trip with my mother, brother, and possibly my sister. We were going up this road by Mt. St. Helens where we had apparently gone before in the dream world (I have been in real life, but not on this road and it didn't look like in the dream). I was going to be going to prison for the rest of my life at the end of the trip. I am not sure what crime I was accused of committing (or had committed), but the trial had already taken place. I was feeling strangely resigned/numb inside. My sister was with us for part of the trip, but not all of it, and I think I was bickering with her. She may have had something to do with me going to prison.

We had been hiking in the volcano area, and we drove up there again to camp for the night. It was a very desolate landscape, and not much like the actual Mt. St. Helens area. The ground was very flat until a large charcoal gray moon-like landscape rising up to the mountain. We parked at a gravel pull-out beside the road where we had camped in the past, near a small town. I was discussing what we would see on the remainder of the trip with my brother, who was very young in the dream. He was looking forward to a kind of junkyard on the side of the road where they had assembled various metal parts into robot-like figures, which he remembered this from a previous trip.

We had set up the tents and sleeping bags and stuff, and I was sitting in the tent contemplating what it really meant to go away for life, and if I should contact any old friends and tell them, when I discovered my small bag of supplies had been stolen (containing various items of clothes, utensils, pans, and food for the trip). I was furious. I remembered seeing a tall (taller than me), chubby woman with past-shoulder length strawberry blond hair lurking around the stuff in the last town we stopped at, which had some sort of market in session. I tore out to go look for her. I rushed through the stands and items for sale, looking for my things. My mother was there and asked what was going on. She didn't seem overly concerned when I told her they had been stolen. I found some of my things and forcibly took them from the woman, who was upset and protesting. I think she may have had some mild mental disability. She managed to steal some of the items again, and I took them back again. The next morning when we were getting ready to go, I noticed that they had gone missing a third time. By this time, I knew the woman's name, Renee Brene (it rhymes). When I mentioned this, as I sought to find the woman's house, my mother said that she knew her or her mother from a long time ago. She came along with me.

We found the woman was living in a house with my aunt K (my mother's sister, who had apparently moved to this town unbeknownst to us). My stuff, including a bunch of dirty dishes she'd taken, were found there. My mother reminisced with my aunt in the kitchen as I went through each pan and item and washed it (they had food on them), before stacking it up in a plastic bag. Renee was upset and whining/crying a bit. While my mother was talking to my aunt, my aunt brought to light what was apparently an old family secret that my mother hadn't known about. It was a major revelation, but I don't remember what it was. Sometime after that I woke up and realized I had overslept and was late for work.