In the dream that seened endless, I was looking at rental spaces with my mother and my Aunt Jenny, perhaps a few cousins and my brother Randy. The landlady who was showing us spaces seemed to be a bit dishonest. I remember checking out the large back yard of one space, which was a lot like my grandmother's back yard in the late 1940s when I lived there as a child.
At one point, i got stranded on a second floor platform when the stairs disconnected and, being a gimp, I needed help getting down. My mother, as usual, was no help, and the landlady kept the stair unit steady for me to come down.
