Wires, Grapes, and a Punch

I've had some strange dreams here, lately.
Oh, wait....


A couple of days ago I had really weird one, though, really. Even for me. I dreamt a really skinny hispanic male with long, dirty hair knocked on my door. I thought it was going to be Dave to speak with John, but it was that kid. He had 15 wires in little black cases like knife cases that apparently I had ordered for $15. I told him to come back in 2 weeks and I'd give him $5 more.
He left and I turned around to show John but he had gone outside and Mom was standing there instead. She said something about moving our grapes from under her table and sure enough...there were red grape vines growing under her table...

This morning, between waking up for Vinny when he was coughing and waking up for JJ when he was coughing...I dreamt that John was getting something out of the refrigerator and I was walking in the kitchen. I made a joke. At first, he laughed, but then he punched me, and held me on the ground with his foot, as I was begging for him not to hurt the baby.
Weird. Especially since John's never laid a hand on me in a violent way.