I am in the very expensive Manhattan apartment of a financial advisor. She manages retirement plans.

I was getting ready for my high school reunion (which is not even scheduled), but needed emergency foot surgery.

In my dream, the quarantine was even stricter than my country currently decrees. In the dream narrative, my wife and I were on the street, buying sweets that were delicacies made by a famous cook.

I am wearing one of those PPE suits, but in this case, the suit is extra-large making me feel like an astronaut.

My dream is I am counting my money at the check stands, but the customers keep lining up.

I was strolling down Boulevard Saint Germain, in Paris, and I stopped at the menu of the famous Café de Flore.