Dream of a writer

I was walking on the other side of the street when passing my friend's house.  She and her husband were in their front yard relaxing the sunshine with some music.  Her husband was sitting at the window from the inside looking out.

She was holding up waving the book in the air getting herself overexcited.  The book turned out to be the novel that I had written and finally got published.  I walked across the street as she congratulated me about publishing my first novel and wanted me to autograph the book.

She wanted to do a toast so she poured some kind of drinking beverage which looked like white wine.  As she was toasting, I looked over at her husband and he was crying.  He knew I wanted my book published.  He then pointed over out to the street and told me they were waiting for me.  I then started to hear voices and noises getting closer and closer.  I looked behind my shoulders and a big crowd of people who approaching the house holding swinging my novel in the air waiting for it to get autographed.