A Boring Dreamjournal

I am at home with my mom and daughters.  We are cooking and I decide to make two delicious cakes, one chocolate and one white.  I look for recipes, but can't find exactly what I want.  I begin to assemble ingredients for each cake, and cake pans and bowls.  I get a number of the ingredients, but am missing some, or am not sure if I remembered to add all of the ingredients.  The chocolate cake does not have enough chocolate and turns out only light brown.  The white cake is a bit strange too, without the fine crumb I expected.  (Is this a political dream?)  Finis.

I am at a house that I have been trying to clean up to sell.  This house I have owned for some time, and it has been in other dreams.  It is on a gravel road outside of Ossawatomie, in line with several other houses.  The house next door belongs to Gregg and his new wife.  They have a young teenage son.  The house is large, and there is a huge swimming pool in the backyard, but there has been a flood and one section of the pool appears to be overgrown with seaweed.  When I look closely there are thousands of crawdads, some nearly ten inches long, attached to the seaweed.  They will be quite tasty, I think.  I do try to pull some of the seaweed out without disturbing the crawdads and put them in a pet carrier so I can boil them later like lobsters for dinner.  

Several people have joined me.  Natalie, Mandi, and another friend who reminds me of Linda Vallier, Randy's ex-wife are looking at the house and thinking about helping me to clean it up.  While they are there, Linda gets a call on her cell phone that her sister from France is in town and is looking for an apartment.  I wonder if I should rent my house to her, and she could be a caretaker while I try to sell it.  It is starting to get dark, so start to leave.  We have a small truck, a large truck, and a car.  We try to decide how to get all of them out of there, since there are only two drivers among us.  I drive the small truck onto the larger truck, and then get  in the larger truck.  My brother Stan is there, and when getting out of the larger truck, locks the door with the keys in it and we are all locked out.  Linda and I push the truck which is facing downhill, and down some steps, trying to get it toward home.  I wonder if I am going to have to break a window again to get in.  Finis.