Busking by the bridge

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I dreamed I was walking down Tonnele Avenue in Jersey City when I came upon some kind of outdoor music festival. It seemed to be some kind of church group that was also involved with temporary housing for the homeless, and the music seemed to be some kind of folk. There was a short guy with reddish hair and a goatee up on the ad hoc stage that had been placed down by the edge of the Hackensack and under a bridge, and he was singing a plaintive song that echoed on the water. I had my wife's aunt with me, and she couldn't walk very well, and was looking for a bathroom. I took her into what I suspected was the "church," but the inside was confusion: young people and hobos, and church ladies at a folding table with some sort of registry, and piles and piles of lumber, as if everything was unfinished.

I escorted my wife's aunt back out and along an overhanging arcade with massive concrete pillars, where many people were laying about, listening to the tunes. Up ahead my wife and her family gestured, as we were somehow getting close now to my mother's house, waving us on.