No Show Ice Cream Man

[soulflower78]

I am in the backyard of my childhood home. My good friend is there with her five sons. We usually have play dates with our children. I have two myself. Recently I have been worrying about her. I can't shake the feeling that she truly isn't happy despite the constant smile she wears. I finally get up enough nerve to ask her. She starts to confess that she really isn't and just when she is going to tell me the reason for her unhappiest her husband comes strolling across the backyard. She gives me a look as if to say not another word. I didn't say anything. Her husband is eating a piece of fruit. He doesn't stop instead he yells something about having to leave again and is gone. Before we can continue the conversation we were having there is an invasion. The next thing I know I'm laying on the ground in my next door neighbors back yard next to her deck to avoid being seen. There is another soldier there. He is wounded and is not posing a threat. I get the feeling we friends not foes. I am playing dead so the soldier on the far side of the deck opposite of the side I am on doesn't see me. The soldier is standing, watching to make sure there is no movement. He doesn't move from his post/ position on the other side of the deck. I then start to eat a really sweet pie. I believe it was some type of custard/ pie of creamy consistency.
In the end of the dream I am making sure my wounded comrade gets home safely (I'm not sure if he lives in the same town as me). My daughter is with me and she is playing outside on her tricycle. I escort my comrade in to his house and we have a laugh or two about the invasion. I leave soon because I want to check on my daughter. When I get outside I hear a ice cream truck playing its melody and line of people awaiting its arrival on the nearest corner. The ice cream man never showed. The scenery changes from the suburbs to what seems like the back side of a city in a empty lot. The line is no longer a line for the ice cream truck but a line for a buffet. I don't recognize where I'm at and turned to ask a gentleman standing in line behind me what part of the city was I in. He replied East River. This confuses me because I lived in every neighborhood or burrough of my hometown and there wasn't any section called East River. I turn because it was my turn in line. I grabbed two plates, one for my daughter and one for myself. The first dish was fried fish. I remember it being the best fried fish I ever had.