Kasey's 'Vette and Other Situations

I was in a garage, a huge one, constructed mostly of tin and concrete, as most garages are. In drives Kasey Kahne, my favorite American NASCAR race car driver in a shiny red corvette. He parks the car and stands near me for a while talking, he's in his firesuit and I'm thinking the whole thing is pretty neat, me being able to talk to him. Then I'm sitting somewhere above a ramp that goes down into a bay from somewhere inside the garage. I'm watching as slowly Kasey's corvette and a really nice maroon pickup slowly roll down the ramp into the bay. I ask one of the men what we do now and he nonchalantly said we'll just have to tell Kasey he no longer has a 'vette. The dream meandered and I was in an office in the same building, it looked out on a fine garden full of flowers and flowering bushes. My brother was there and was about to smoke marijuana. I was anxious to have some as well, though in waking life I don't do illegal drugs. The dream meandered again and I was in another office, this one overlooked an expansive bay. A rather distinguished man came into the garage with his young daughter, she was I'd say 18. He'd done a favor for the man who owned the shop, now the owner was repaying the favor by giving the man a tape/book lesson plan on Opera for his daughter. She sang some for us and had a lovely voice. Then I woke up.

When Good Dreams Go Bad ...

One thing about this dream, it's the first one that I was able to be awakened from, then get back into when I went back to sleep.
It started out that John Douglas (Famous FBI Criminal Profiler, author of many books) was staying at our house, in surveillance of the house next door, and we talked alot and at one point he asked me to go out and have dinner with him (ok so I've got a crush). At that point I was awaked by our dogs, and upon falling asleep, went back into the dream except now we're in a classroom situation, I'd been at a building across from the building where class was and returning to class and was met in the hallway by Sherman Helmsley (he played George Jefferson on The Jeffersons sitcom in the 70s). Sherman was greeting me happily because he was flattered I'd used his name in a paper I wrote. John was less enthused. He was our teacher, he handed me back my paper graded at 50 and scrawled across the middle of the paper it said Ms. Moles (I'd used that name on my paper figure that one out), it's unwise to use real people's names in your work. As a writer I KNOW this. Anyway he was disappointed in me and he'd embarrassed and saddened me, so the dream ended badly.