I’m in the house where I grew up, sleeping in my old bedroom. I hear loud party noises, and when I go out in the hall to investigate, there are a bunch of people who are friends of my father, co-workers, etc. who are meeting my dad to take him somewhere for some kind of celebration.

I see my mother and complain, “Mom, it’s the middle of the night!” She just shrugs.

Also: I’m in the downstairs restaurant of a very large, expensive apartment building with Sarah Jessica Parker and her friends. She hands me a designer dress and asks me to put it back in her room. I make it to the apartment and notice the furniture is all very beautiful, including a large round dining table with a metallic-threaded blanket thrown over it for a tableclothe.

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