in the garage

In the garage, at the home I lived in while attending high school. It's me, my husband, an old mutual friend of ours and her boyfriend. The three of them are walking around a car that is suspended midair. I make my way to my husband and Flowerdrop (we'll call our old friend) is hanging (literally) all over my husband. I make a face at him to indicate my annoyance; he is oblivious to my impatience and annoyance with this scenario.
The next scene: me and some family members are in a huge house/apt in my childhood neighborhood in Phila area. It is at the corner of Avenues G and Quarry (I think, if not, you won't know the difference). --- I mention this location because I have dreamed this house/apt before a while back though I don't recall the details now. It's kind of strange because there is a house standing where I keep dreaming in this pale stuccoed building. --- The apt, again is on the top floor - it runs the length of the whole top floor and there are windows along each wall, you can look out on Avenue G, or Quarry. (I think the windows were important in the last dream at this location because we were hiding from someone and kept a look-out)
This time in the dream I am with my little brother, his father (who died in 1999) and our cousin K. It actually seems that K and my brother and a few other relatives are living in this house, and I am visiting. They are showing me around and the place is quite palatial. There are two bathrooms in the master bedroom, various backstairs and many more comfortably furnished big rooms. There is a problem with light bulbs though. Many of the fixtures or lamps are without luminance, and me being the neurotic fixer, I go about the hunt for light bulbs. There are none, and this lack of light/lighting bothers me throughout the dream.
Later we are sitting at a long table. Two of our aunts are there: T and K. Everyone is in a light-hearted mood, joking and laughing. Then come some stories about mischief, or misgivings ... one such story involves me and Aunt T pretending to get married. All at the table laugh at this ridiculous idea, but I'm a little confused as to why we would make up such a story in the first place. No one cares to examine the weird story any further.