All that I can remember of the end of this dream from last night is that I was inside a slightly fictional version of my parent’s house during the day, and some of my family and some of my family members and maybe some of their friends and / or family were there including some children (including one or more babies, and so my nephew CC may have been one of them but I am not sure).
I remember someone letting in a tall thin man with light-color skin who was an ice cream man / ice cream truck driver wearing an old style (maybe 1950s) ice cream man / diner uniform with hat and apron, the man probably claimed to need to use our telephone to call someone because of something that I can not remember that possibly involved something allegedly being wrong with maybe his ice cream truck or something like that (maybe it allegedly broke down on another street or something, but I have no idea), and he looked trustworthy but I did not trust him for reasons that I can not remember.
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