parade and grapes

I was in a bedroom upstairs in a house. It was a large house, lots of light, lots of nice feeling, lots of fluffy blankets in my bed. I was trying to get some sleep in and a friend of mine asked if he could sleep in the same room on the floor. While I was sleeping he tried to get into bed with me. I immediately woke up and told him where to go...

Then I was in another room looking out on the porch and eating grapes. There were these really big ones that were sweet, but then these dainty ones, almost like champagne grapes but light green and they were nice and tasted flowery.   Then I was leaving the house. I was in a Portland, OR and in the SW part of the city up a hill. There were crowds all through the city lined up on the sidewalks leaving the roads bare for an expected parade. I don't know what the parade was supposed to be for, but myself and some others were floating down the street (not sure what on) on the route. Everyone was cheering, not for us, but for the upcoming event. It was more like we were invisible or known not to be important. Kind of like the police that check the route to make sure it is clear before a parade.