Vampire Weekend, hobo calls, and double dogs

Last night’s dream: I was at a county fair in Davenport, NE, where Vampire Weekend, the middle Hanson brother (now known as Rory), and a bluegrass band teamed up to do a televised musical sketch show filmed in someone’s front yard. It was actually pretty good, musically, and the trampoline tricks were impressive.
Then a hobo called me on a walkie-talkie that looked like an old-timey phone where just the earpiece is on a cord. He was only a couple blocks away and I could see him watching me as I decided whether to ignore the call. He creeped me out so I hung up on him, sent my dad to go see what he needed, and walked home to find some shoes since the pavement was very hot on my bare feet. I walked past a barber shop where a lady was getting a fancy, modern updo by an old man barber.
Later I went with a friend to buy some fair food. One stand had double corndogs. You know those frozen popsicles that come two in a package and are connected on one side? That's how these corndogs were. (Awesome, by the way. I need to see these at the state fair next year. Someone get on that. Call 'em Double Dogs or something.)
I realized I lost my purse so couldn't buy anything, which was disappointing since I really wanted to experience those corndogs. However, two women at this food stand had gotten into a yelling match about one of their men or houses or hairdos (or all three), and I felt silly trying to politely ignore them when they were being so white-trash-ridiculous with their anger. It was a relief to get out of there. And don't worry: someone had found my purse and turned it in intact. It was pretty ugly.