Fruit of the Loom

last night I had two complicated dreams, the first one I was talking to my sister at a large house, it could have been an uncles house who lived in Tuxpan, but it seemed larger and midieval, we were sitting at a large dining room table, the kind youd find in a castle, she was telling me that she never liked her car, that it was a symbol of all the bad things that happened to her after she bought it, but I think she meant not when she bought the car, but when she went to visit said uncle in his last moments of life, something there is what I thought had changed her, but she never mentioned anything so I dont know, but my guess is that trip with my mother to see my dying uncle...

after that I went to vist my grandmother on my fathers side, again, but this time she wasnt at a hospital, she was like at a family house everyone knew about except me, all my cousins were there, even those living in other countries, it looked like the city might have been Monterrey or Saltillo, anyway it was decorated in french style, chandeliers, porcelain, wooden panels, etc etc.. the house had a restaurant system with waiters and chefs, one waitress sang what she wanted to say, the other was like practical, and then I met what I think might have been a cousin from the U.S., he was already friends with my brother so we went out that night on said city, we passed over a freeway bridge and I saw below an abandoned water intalation on a large lot, I pointed to it and told my brother driving next to me that I had dreamed about that place the night before, our cousin who was sitting on the back saw that I pointed down there said in very poor spanish, I know what you want, but you forgot to bring a soccer ball, my guess is that he saw the vacant lot and felt an urge to play soccer, I didnt even bother to answer him...