I dreamt I was living in a nicer, larger apartment that I have and I had all the old, antique furniture from my family: my grandma's mahogany side tables, my grandfather's dresser, the credenza from my other grandparents.

There were people coming in and out, friends I suppose, and there was this younger blond woman. – the kind I don't think is so mature or smart and I have to tell my friend to make sure that they don't wreck the places, specifically I don't want them putting their drinks on the side tables without coasters and ruining the wood. I see that they have no respect.

Then I leave with this man and we are on a train to France. (I think we were in England before.) I am not paying much attention on the train. I'm watching a movie on someone's laptop that I am sitting next to but I glance out the window and I see how beautiful the country is. I tap the man who is sitting in front of me on the shoulder and I say, "Oh, my God, it really is so beautiful here" as if the beauty of France were some rumor that I am surprised to find is based on fact.

Then we are in an apartment that we have swapped with the man who owned it. He is in England while we are here.

There is a painting, a portrait of Magritte??, but just of his head. He is middle aged and has a light beard and mustache and curly/wavy black brown hair framing his face. It looks like one of those portraits from the start of the modern age that were still done in the old style. The picture is over a black bureau across from the bed, next to a sliding glass door to a patio/deck garden. And there is a photo of the man hung above the picture.