Dreamt of moving into a cheap, run-down one bedroom apartment that was the second floor of a dilapidated house. It was very cold, so I tried closing the windows. They didn’t fit very well, leaving large gaps through the pane. That didn’t bother me much as I knew I could hang some heavy curtains to keep the draft out.
I sat on the couch and realized I should call my mother to let her know I was all right.