My red suv, talent show, trying to find Ogden Ave dream

My daughter (who is little in my dream) and I are getting ready to my grandpa’s house in LaGrange Park IL to go to a talent show.  But first, she has to take a nap, and she has to have a special blanket.  After trying 3 or 4 blankets, we finally find the special one.  After her nap, we leave in a big red suv.

We get to this school or church auditorium where the talent show/play is being held.  A family is surprising their neighbor lady with a free ticket, and they are going to sing to her.  That lady is sitting right behind me.  It’s a big production, with dancing and singing, and she was really surprised.  Then, I noticed something strange.  The lady had fallen asleep and landed right smack up against my shoulders.  I was kind of stuck.

It took a while to wake her up, but when we finally did, after making sure she was ok, I high tailed it out of there, because we were now late.  (I had been stuck under the sleeping neighbor for over 30 minutes.) My daughter is in the car, and we almost back into a car (this suv we are in is HUGE). As we are driving down the street, I think to myself, if we can just get straight through to Ogden Ave, we’ll be good to go.

In the meantime, my daughter is wondering who’s little white lacy jacket she’s wearing, because there are what appear to be initials on the inside of the sleeve.  My response was that it likely used to belong to my aunt.

As we are driving across to Ogden Ave, the road changes, turning more into an alley type of roadway, and then just a dirt road.  We pass some railroad tracks, and I decide to stop and ask for directions. I ask this fellow by the tracks, who is either changing a tire, or doing something to the boat or camper hooked to his vehicle, “Hey, what happened to this street…it used to go through to Ogden Ave.”

Well, his response was less than direct.  I heard about his job out in Colorado, and how he lived in Davenport for a while, and that he knows where Spruce Hills Drive is, (which is in Bettendorf, Ia.), but couldn’t recall how to get to Ogden Ave.  So, I decided to just head the other direction on a main road that looked like it went straight through.

We ended up back at my Grandpas, with a favorite blanket, taking a nap.

My art show in the living room, beach boy dream

This starts in the living room of a man’s house.  He is having an art show, with things on display in a curio cabinet.  To the left are all things that he has put together that were part of his life.  (Items that mean something to him.) He has made wood carvings, has pocket watches, fishing lures and the likes.  To the right, are things he has put together regarding his son.  These things are mostly photographs the man has taken of his son in uniform, along with badges, parts of his uniform, that sort of thing.  I believe the son was a fire fighter.

Cut back to my house, where I get a visit from an old friend of one of my brothers.  He has a young child with him, and walks in the side door.  We walk into the front room, where suddenly, everything has changed.  There is a hide-a-bed couch by the front window, a black swivel chair in the corner, and a huge tv on a stand.  The young child was drinking red koolaid and suddenly I see red koolaid all over my wall.

In the meantime I am trying to get ready to leave for my surgery.  So, I clean the wall as best I can, and call the surgery center, who informs me they are running 4 hours late and can I come in the next day?  Well, I said..”No…I have to go back to work!   My boss won’t give me another day off.”  Then I look outside and a red sportscar is there to pick me up.

I get to the facility and find I left my glasses in the ladies room.  On the way back to retrieve them, we end up in an auditorium, sitting at a table watching the Beachboys perform “Kokomo”….John Stamos is playing with them, and when they get to the high parts that nobody can reach anymore, they play clips on the giant screens of themselves when they were younger singing the higher parts.