Old Mobster Friends

Hubby and I needed some money, so we decided to go visit Art and his wife. We pulled up to their house, and their were Cadillac's everywhere. Maybe 10 of them. The kind that "mobsters" used to drive. The 3 door, maybe Fleetwood.

Hubby did some odd blocking traffic move, and said we should drive by the front and honk the horn first. (It was a corner house) So we get in a traffic tiff with a guy pulling a boat, and pull around the front and honk. As we honk, a facade starts coming down the front of the house of brick and a normal front door. Behind this facade is a garage door. Hubby told me they did that because their daughter Leslie goes to her room.

We drive down the street full of odd colored houses, turn around and then we're standing at the front door. I'm eating a fudge popsicle, and she tells me I have it on my face. We go inside, and she tells me where I can wash it off, and hubby is shaking hands with Art.

There are tables everywhere. Food on all of them. She cooks a lot. They have 3 free standing stove/oven things in their kitchen. All in use.

Hubby and Art are going for a drive so they can "talk", and to get table cloths for another table that we need to use. They come back with a table cloth that is paper, and I rip a corner. For some reason I am the one to put the paper on the table, I struggle getting it straight, and the wife makes fun of me. Then the table becomes a tiny TV tray type thing, and it won't stand up. Art tells me to put a pillow under it.

That's all I remember. What's weird is that Art is someone we used to know. We spoke of his full name in my dream. We haven't seen him in probably 20 years.