I dreamed that N and I moved into a large shared house, old and run-down. We took three rooms, and we were happy with how much space we had, even though the rooms were separated in the house. We moved into a different room in the middle of the night. I heard my parents shouting in the next room - turned out they were staying there on a kind of meditation retreat. The owners of the house were meditation friends of theirs. I was upset and concerned that they were disturbing the rest of the house. But the owners walked out with me to the kitchen, supportively touching my elbow, saying 'yes, it's a shame, isn't it, after all these years. They must be very attached to that pain.' They were calm and philosophical, and everything was okay. They had made rolled up bacon and egg sandwiches for breakfast - there was a large, stacked tray of them, and although this didn't specifically appeal to me I was happy because I knew N would be excited by it.