At my aunt and uncle's in the North suburbs

I'm staying at my aunt and uncle's. My mom has prepared a stack of beef and squash which will cook in an open fire. Everyone else is in bed and the feast is done. Seeing that it will be burned to a crisp before anyone is up, I eat. It's very good.

I'm sleeping on the couch and am awoken by four strangers getting into a shower on the far side of the room. They're doing an adult baptism in the shower, fully clothed. I pretend to remain asleep.

I'm up before everyone else and wander back behind the house. There's a long alley of interesting stucco houses and vegetable gardens. They are all abandoned and for sale. The last house, about six back is both a house and a wheel store. It's an over-sized cab of a semi-truck with two stories. I think I may want to live there, but then notice it's too small.

Walking back, a stranger suspiciously confronts me. I say my full name and he wanders off, uninterested. I meet a second stranger and mention the odd truck/house. He directs my attention to a car hanging and bobbing in a tree in the alley, saying it's been there for years.

I go back to the end of the alley, and this time, I come upon the rear entrance of what seems to be a hotel. There is a sign on the door which reads, "Maximum hall capacity is 17." I turn around and walk past a building with a band practicing in it. There is an outdoor bar. Someone gives be a bottle of cheap local lager. I don't drink any of it, but continue on back to my aunt and uncle's house.

I become lost. There are unusual upscale stucco houses I don't recognize. There is no one around to ask directions.