Dream: the one where i have a summer job in a mountain ghost town resort and military uniforms look like the old AWANAs shirts

Last night I dreamed:

I am step out of a old traveling bus along with most of my close family and some people that I know I know (in real life (RL) I cannot recall ever seeing these people before). We step out into a clearing on a mountain, an old ghost town lies before us. It's cool, even though I know it's summer. The old buildings are quite spread apart, stable, but not restored by any means. There must have been a bustling town here as the spaces between buildings are where I know more of the town used to lay. My sisters and I run the hotel building, we go there to set up, we bunk in the basement, the main floor for guest check in and the second story has guest rooms. My mom runs a the c-store laundromat that is one of the more prestigius businesses in town. I never see it but I know its near the hotel and is a cinderblock construction painted white, out of site since its the one modern edition to the ghost town proper.

Somehow, observing the town in the course of walking from the bus to the hotel, my clothes became a dusty rose colored plain 1800's dress, with dark buttons down the shirt, my shoes the dark nondescript old high-top lace-up boots. Nearly everyone is in historic but plain costumes. All the ghost town buildings are open, like the front is missing and all laid out, showing the floors to the outside. As we are barely settled in, the first guests (and only people in my dream that I know are guests) arrive, a couple in their early thirties, arrive.

I leave the hotel by the front and wander through the small town area and behind it, up the mountain and behind a screen of trees, coming to a 1970's brick school building, where my daughter takes her classes. I've arrived just in time to get some of her projects and the review of her school year. She is busy running around the class rooms with her friends while a large blond woman that I know from the bus comes up to chat and ask if the bathhouse is open yet. I don't experience it in the dream, but we have a conversation and part amicably from my impression as I walk away from her to find my son and daughter.

As we head down back through the ghost town, there are tourists wondering around, bright spots of modern technology and colors with their cheesey outfits and cameras in the drab and dust. I'm called to the aid of the couple that were the guests I checked into the hotel, the woman is in labor now, though I don't recall her being pregnant when they first arrived. My mother in law is there too, but she is taking vitals and calming the woman, and I'm left catching the baby - after of course, ordering someone to boil water. There is no labor scene, just suddenly I'm holding this newborn, a glowing, beautiful essence of innosence, and wishing we had one of those heated baby stations like they have in the delivery rooms at hospitals. I was lucid enough at this point in the dream to wonder why my mother in law, who is an RN in RL, wasn't the one playing doctor.

Suddenly I'm pulled back into the dream, and my daughter and son and I meet up with my husband, our friends Tiff and Tyler, and my sister in law Jessi. We have to drive down into the town about an hour or so away to pick up Jessi's hubby, Casey, who is just coming back from a couple weeks in the field with the armed services (yes it was non-specific in my dream). We are there, in the outskirts of the town almost imidiately in my dream expericance, all of us piling out of a metalic grey Ford Tarus that there is no way we all could fit in, but I know we drove there, all together.

We're waiting in what I can only describe as a large hanger like building, with hotel and storage rooms built in the middle almost like enclosed cubicles on a single floor, the ceiling is the roof high above us. Casey should have arrived by now, it's late in the day. We walk down the outer wall of cubicles and some of the walls have windows, there's a classic 80's blond lady sitting inside of one smoking. As we continue we come to the cafeteria area where we see his uniform shirt hanging over the back of one of the large colorful chairs (like the ones in kindergarten rooms, primary colors, but adult size). There are blue and red chairs visible and the red chairs are just a little off so they are a bit orangy. I never see the yellow chairs but I know they are in the mix too. My sister in law picks up the uniform shirt and I recognize it - I know someone who had that shirt before, but I'm not lucid enough to place it (RL it's a AWANAs uniform shirt, the kind you would have seen in the 90's, LIGHT grey, plain, no awards on the red and yellow badge area yet). We go outside looking for Casey and run across a closed market, but the owner, an Asian man, is still out front at the table he has set up outside. He's quiet, and I know his wife is in the store, fearful of why we are wandering about, but he is calm, like he'll quell any trouble with amazing kung fu. He cuts up some super sized double king sized Snickers bars and gives us all samples before we move on. I know we start to leave, and are concerned about getting some type of employment, that maybe he can help us with, when I am woken up by a text message from my sister.

Dream over.