"Sometimes nothing needs to be said."

First off, Dreamt about being in England with my family. There was a really annoying cycling group that left bikes everywhere to be picked up. Family went into a cheese shop, and suddenly I had a bicycle that was missing it's back tire. My parents just stole a replacement off a nearby one (I was yelling at them, not happy about that at all), and later I saw a girl riding the one we'd taken the tire from with an obvious replacement.

Then I was at a hotel with a group of people my age. Room 213. I was in a weird little box (think lunchbox) with a shower. I left the box and sat on a sofa after walking around to see what everyone else was up to.
There were older ladies wandering around to make sure none of the people had problems with our rooms, and I mentioned that trying to sleep under a leaky shower would be really unpleasant to one that stopped to talk to me.

Then I was just sitting there kinda 'people-watching' when a guy sitting across the hallway with a grass of sorts in his hands approached. There was another girl on the couch, he spoke with her first, and was kind of ignored. He then approached me and I spoke with him, trying to be friendly. He spoke in prose/rhyme. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and made a grass bracelet around it, saying something to the effect of "You and I both have a wish, and when this breaks it will come true."
We became very close after that, and he ended up talking me into going across the street to another hotel with a church of sorts in it with a group of two or three other girls to come along with me.
Inside the entrance to the church there were pink or blue candles for people to use inside the chapel as an offering. The guy went ahead, leaving us girls standing there confused. Apparently there was some sort of chicken meat or the likes to use as part of the offering too, but we were so lost and overwhelmed that we just left through the way we came, passing Obama holding two giant (but friendly) oxen in the hallway.

Once outside, we were laughing and dashing back towards our hotel, and I could see the numbers 213 on an actual room door rather than a lunch-box room through a window we passed. There was a whiteboard on the door and I knew that other girls in the room had scribbled my name on it to let me know I was supposed to be in there too.