Many years ago.
In the dream, I arrive at Jacq's house, seems like maybe on a hill. There's a Ford Mustang in the driveway or car port, looks like model year of 1967 birth. Color, per the Ford chart, is a "turquoise," either "Frost" or "Tahoe" or wtf ever.
The front door is open and a gnome-like dude at the door gestures for me to enter. I do.
My self-guided tour starts at a room with coffee table-type books and foliage.
Next and last stop is a bathroom I step out of to find Jacq at the top of the stairs, in a gown, she looks slightly disheveled. I am at the foot of the stairs. We look at each other, end dream.
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