Stuck at Jon Lovitz's

OK, so.

It's Friday night, around 3 AM, and I finally get some dream-sleep
I'm in the house where I grew up,
with Sharon, the middle of three sisters
Doing Saturday morning chores, we both dust and we sweep
Bitchin' about moving things, too, and getting frickin' many blisters

It's awkward navigating the old wooden stairs, trying to be quiet
The cabinet and chest are too
brittle, and they fall apart in our hands
'Course, dad wakes up, and predictably, yells "What's the damn riot?"
But we ignore him, then we ridicule the obvious reprimand

Just before we put things where they all belong,
I take a good look at the hardwood
floor, stripped of the dusty old carpet
Inspecting the ancient installation, it was plain what was wrong,
They used finishing nails for the job. Shitty? You bet

Attending, too, were Shelby, our dog, and Sigmund, our cat
I should've been out swimming, biking, or other stuff like that

Instead, I was there,
noticing the coffee table drawers can store a guitar or two
And hearing my folks whine about going out sometime later that night
In the kitchen, there's 2 open fridges,
facing each other, defrosting their residue
And an Avana washer-dryer set that Sharon claimed outright

The puny porch out front needs a ramp
for Shelby, better build it to the left
The pooch is getting old, 15 now... isn't long for this world
I hear a bit of thunder now, but see only blue skies to the west
Though some idiot's burning tires down
the street, smoke is black and it curls

I step out on the sidewalk to get a better look up to the North
And what d'ya know? Clouds everywhere,
black as the tires-in-the-barrel fire down the street
Strange as the shape of the first foot of the
cloud seemed (...or the third foot... or the fourth...)
The fact it was suddenly winter made the existentialism complete

Sensing movement in my legs, I realized I was walking
Sharon, Shelby, Sigmund, and me doing lots of talking

Living near the edge of town (population 248)
Made a normal stroll into the woods a very short affair
But plowed and icy clearings? Lemme say, slow to negotiate.
It was now the evening.
We had flashlights, a compass, and robust outerwear

Thereupon, appearing at a hallway, I was holding a door ajar,
When we bumped into Jon Lovitz, exiting, on his way to his car

Yes, the same Jon Lovitz you know from SNL
Turns out, I knew him from previous dreams... we were coffee chums
Did you know Jon acts, writes, owns a club and sings very well?
Yeah, it's these kinds of details
that make my therapist go "Hmmmmm..."

So, Jon invites Sharon and I in, for a snack and a cup o'hot joe
Our two furry four-legged companions had to put up with the hall
The hall... what a dank, smelly, poorly lit alternative to the snow
Narrow, sloping, stippled ceiling and cracked plaster for walls

Jon jumps into his kitchen and says "Coffee'll be quick.
In fact, still got the creamer you
left here from your last visit, slick!"

Coffee in hand, being nosy, I'm wandering around out back
Surprised to see a rink shovelled clean on a private pond
Sigmund and Shelby are playin'
cat-and-dog 'round the furs and tamarack
I get a peek between some branches,
to some well lit neighbour's place, beyond

Not polite to take that route, I turn towards Jon's,
Then veered down another path, left, looking back to town
And, what'd'ya know? Surprise, surprise, the expected phenomenon
Snow starts falling, I return to Jon's and prepare to hunker down

Got stuck-itz's
At Jon Lovitz's
Then I awoke
And I spoke

Is the cat still outside?