Dream

I dreamed that Barbara Streisand lived around the corner on East School Street. She was having a gigantic yard sale and I walked over to say hello.
"I'm having a yard sale to pay for my mother's medical bill's," she said. Music was playing.
"What's this song, I love it," I said.
"That's a new song from my next album."
A man showed up wearing a brown vest with a pattern of embroidered carrots on it. We both went gaga over it. He took off the vest and gave it to her. He looked like a young Alan Dershowitz.