January 6, 2014 Dream

I'm in Elizabeth CO's house along with a group of people. We're all preparing for a chubbier man with a somewhat distorted face and a Green Bay Packers wind breaker jacket to arrive in a dark green, almost black jeep. There's a double door entrance, with a window door first then a flat wood door, and then near the doors are a few cream stairs that lead to a wooden hallway. Walking down the hallway, there's a lighter brown door to the left that leads downstairs, where there's a cream carpet and a wooden corral formatted in a circle. We decide to make a sign to tape on the glass door, saying that we're not in town, so the man wouldn't come in. We take too long to make it, though, because ECO keeps wanting it her way, and we all can't come to an agreement of how it should look. A child in the group wants to add blue things to it, and he's cutting blue pieces out, making a mess all over the floor near the door to the downstairs. We quickly finish the sign, knowing we're running out of time, and as my dad tapes it on the glass door, the man arrives. We quickly drop everything, knowing it's pointless to put things away because he knows we're here, and we all go downstairs, waiting for him to arrive.