Dream from last night: Temple, my house, college, and college town

I was at temple, sitting in the back row, which had floor-to-ceiling windows with thin tan curtains drawn directly behind us. A group of three or four women were sitting to my right and were talking through the entire service. I finally shushed them, rather rudely, and one of them turned to me as if to say, "What's your problem?" but before she could say a word, I asked them if they could please stop being so rude with their loud whispering, I, along with probably the majority of the rest of the people in attendance, wanted to hear the service. I continued by saying that if they didn't want to stop talking altogether, quieting their voices/whispers also would be appreciated. They didn't say anything but turned back to themselves and continued their conversation in more hushed whispers, but it still was distracting to me. Then, in a rush of movement ahead of me, several pews were vacated by those who were leaving early, so my dad and brother moved closer to the front and I followed suit. By the time I got to where they were, all the seats were taken, but there was a seat in front of them, where the pews, for some reason, were arranged perpendicular and facing to the left side of the room. I sat down, smoothed my skirt, and looked across the way, only to see D. Cohen there with his family. I hadn't known he was going to be in town for this service so I avoided catching his eye because truth be told I was a little upset that he hadn't let me know beforehand that he was coming home. He tried to get my attention but I pretended not to see him.

I was driving home, up my street, and coming out of my driveway and past me was a tan-colored Buick or some type of similar car. I didn't get a good look at the driver, but I thought it was someone I knew and didn't like. When I got to my driveway, I noticed that the front of our house had been painted - green, no less - and I couldn't figure out why. I parked and went to the front door, but realized that the front door had been covered by several boards that were nailed across the entire front entryway of my house. I started to freak out because I didn't know why this had happened, or who had done it, and I began pulling at the boards to get to the front door. The outermost board came off relatively easily, then the other boards, once dislodged, followed. In between the last board and the front door - which had remained intact and unscratched by the nails from the boards - was a dead body. It didn't scare me that there was a dead body; it rolled out when I pulled the boards forward and landed on its stomach, on top of the boards, with a knife in its back.

There was a scene here at college, but I can't remember any details at all.

I was in a little college town with shops, restaurants and street vendors milling about. Cars were allowed to drive through the area but they had to go so slowly because people were just walking into the streets to get around. I saw three children that I was supposed to be watching dart into the street without looking to see if any cars were coming, and then they went into a shop on the corner. I followed them, rounded them up, and lectured them on why it was important to look left, right, then left again before crossing the street, and they promised they would do so in the future, but I didn't believe that they would. I walked back across the street to where a friend of mine was waiting for me and lamented the fact that my job was pointless because these kids that I was supposed to look after just did whatever they wanted to these days. My friend agreed with me, then we went into a nearby store where we knew the owner. I put on a pair of my favorite jeans, but they had a hole on the left inner thigh where the seam had split. I asked my friend and a guy sitting in the store if it was really noticeable that there was a hole in my jeans, and the guy immediately responded yes while my friend took a minute longer to respond - also, "yes," - because she was checking herself out in the enormous mirror on the wall.