dream

i was hanging out with sean and his family on a sofa in front of a restaurant, or something. we were chatting and watching the scenery. another sean, from earlier in the dream, who was a pothead, came up behind us to talk to me. i introduced him, and we were all mildly amused at the two sean factor [not a first, yet more unlikely than two joshuas]. the pothead sean started singing a little song about marijuana, and how 'marijuana pays for everything,' implying that he sold it. sean's dad went a particularly vivid shade of red and stared off into space, as my friend sean was laughing the kind of laugh that implied that he wouldn't mind buying some. i cleared my throat, and told pothead sean to bug off.
later, with my old boss, bob, i was relating the story to him. we had walked into his garage. every surface in it was covered in this off-white fake (or perhaps real) large grain leather (think cheap leather couch), including his explorer, inside and out. he began donning a suit made of the same material, with a shirt and tie to match. remarkably, i did not comment, i simply took this sort of thing to be normal behavior. i was saying to bob, 'i just couldn't believe he would be so disrespectful in front of his parents.'