Stuck at Jon Lovitz's

OK, so. It's Friday night, around 3 AM, and I finally get some dream-sleep I'm in the house where I grew up, With Sharon, the middle of three sisters Doing Saturday morning chores, we both dust and we sweep Bitchin' about moving things, too, and getting frickin' many blisters It's awkward navigating the old wooden stairs, trying to be quiet The cabinet and chest are too Brittle, and they fall apart in our hands 'Course, dad wakes up, and predictably, yells "What's the damn riot?" But we ignore him, then we ridicule the obvious reprimand Just before we put things where they all belong, I take a good look at the hardwood Floor, stripped of the dusty old carpet Inspecting the ancient installation, it was plain what was wrong, They used finishing nails for the job. Shitty? You bet Attending, too, were Shelby, our dog, and Sigmund, our cat I should've been out swimming, biking, or other stuff like that Instead, I was there, Noticing the coffee table drawers can store a guitar or two And hearing my folks whine about going out sometime later that night In the kitchen, there's 2 open fridges, Facing each other, defrosting their residue And an Avana washer-dryer set that Sharon claimed outright The puny porch out front needs a ramp For Shelby, better build it to the left The pooch is getting old, 15 now... isn't long for this world I hear a bit of thunder now, but see only blue skies to the west Though some idiot's burning tires down The street, smoke is black and it curls I step out on the sidewalk to get a better look up to the North And what d'ya know? Clouds everywhere, Black as the tires-in-the-barrel fire down the street Strange as the shape of the first foot of the Cloud seemed (...or the third foot... or the fourth...) The fact it was suddenly winter made the existentialism complete Sensing movement in my legs, I realized I was walking Sharon, Shelby, Sigmund, and me doing lots of talking Living near the edge of town (population 248) Made a normal stroll into the woods a very short affair But plowed and icy clearings? Lemme say, slow to negotiate. It was now the evening. We had flashlights, a compass, and robust outerwear Thereupon, appearing at a hallway, I was holding a door ajar, When we bumped into Jon Lovitz, exiting, on his way to his car Yes, the same Jon Lovitz you know from SNL Turns out, I knew him from previous dreams... we were coffee chums Did you know Jon acts, writes, owns a club and sings very well? Yeah, it's these kinds of details That make my therapist go "Hmmmmm..." So, Jon invites Sharon and I in, for a snack and a cup o'hot joe Our two furry four-legged companions had to put up with the hall The hall... what a dank, smelly, poorly lit alternative to the snow Narrow, sloping, stippled ceiling and cracked plaster for walls Jon jumps into his kitchen and says "Coffee'll be quick. In fact, still got the creamer you Left here from your last visit, slick!" Coffee in hand, being nosy, I'm wandering around out back Surprised to see a rink shovelled clean on a private pond Sigmund and Shelby are playin' Cat-and-dog 'round the furs and tamarack I get a peek between some branches, To some well lit neighbour's place, beyond Not polite to take that route, I turn towards Jon's, Then veered down another path, left, looking back to town And, what'd'ya know? Surprise, surprise, the expected phenomenon Snow starts falling, I return to Jon's and prepare to hunker down Got stuck-itz's At Jon Lovitz's Then I awoke And I spoke Is the cat still outside?