Sweet and Sour Bunch

last night I had several dreams, in one I was Sherlock Homes investigating a murder inside an elephant cage, I was with Watson explaining to him how the murder took place... after that I was at a town home that looked alot like the one where I lived in houston tx, except this one had houses on the back too and mine just had houses to the side, I was with my family about to have breakfast I looked out the window to the backyard of the house behind ours they had a pool and jacuzzi, I was stearing at their backyard when I noticed the neighbors were having breakfast too in their dining room and they were looking at me looking at their yard, i got embarassed and went back inside my house, they had a son that looked like he had a brain surgery on the back of his head, then some neighbors came to our house to sell hawaiian gourmet candy, one was like a budha jar filled with peanut butter candy with some sort of hunny in it and some baked cookies, after breakfast I got in my ca I was about to leave when a woman with her young daughter came out of their house, I smiled at the little girl and she came over and grabed my arm thru the window, I got terribly embarrased but she wouldnt let go of my arm, her mother smiled and then came to take her away...I think I dreamed about the sweets because in real life my mother was making french bread, not the kind with eggs, she makes them covering the white bread with hotcake mix and sprinkling them with sugar and cinnamon... oh almost forgot after the little girl I went to some guys house Im going to call snake man, he had no bones on his neck and jaw, so he could open his mouth really wide and could twist his head anyway, the doctors were at his house doing research on him because aparently the bone growth on his neck was stopped by some medicine he or his mother were taking, the guy was about 40 years old... couls the snake man have any relation to george michael and his pulmonary discease?