Mom & Dad in Vegas / Robert Stack is an asshole

dream this morning:

i met my parents in las vegas for a trip. as soon as they landed dad went off to find a bathroom and mom wanted to hit the dispensary. (she never touched any illegal drugs in her life) we found one in the airport and they sold snacks and other food, but the cashier's window was closed. we were able to find a couple girls at an adjacent business who agreed to ring everything up for us. there were cakes, potato chips, bottled water and edibles. i made some jokes about eating all the food. mom told me that actor robert stack was going to be making an appearance at some bar and i needed to go down there. i told her she should go back to where we left dad so he didn't get lost.

i get to this bar and it's basically in someone's basement. it has a cheap wood paneled bar with some cheap wood paneled shelves behind it. there's a small sink and a basement window above it. i am waiting for robert stack and a few other people straggle in. stack eventually arrives, wearing some blue silk pajamas. anyway, he gets into an argument with the bartender before even greeting everyone who came to see him. he gets mad and goes outside, into a fenced-in backyard. he is pacing back and forth, talking. maybe on the phone with his agent or something. it seems like i confronted him but i can't remember.

suddenly my wife and i are in a big city, standing under an awning at the entrance of a swanky hotel. my wife is relating this story to an older gentleman. she asks me about the details on the time that famous actor came to that hotel. i go on to tell this guy how he was pretty much an asshole and my mom never got to meet him. he asks what his name was, and i say "robert stack, from unsolved mysteries" "oh, that's me" then i realize that i'm talking to an older version of robert stack and he seems very irritated.
then i woke up.