Morning of April 12, 2015. Sunday.

This dream seemingly repeated at least once. I seem to be on Barolin Street. My wife is on a thinner mattress on the floor though it seems like we are just meeting for perhaps the first or second time and I perhaps live somewhere else. We end up kissing and sometimes rolling around and for some reason we are eventually laughing. There are several other people in the large room, perhaps her relatives. Her father (whom I never met in reality) seems to be at a stove on the opposite side of the room, though we are in the living room and there is another stove in the actual kitchen farther west of us. I completely ignore the others and nothing is said by any of them. I feel very happy and relaxed and even seem to feel healthier over time.

Eventually, there is music playing (though I do not recall a particular song). I notice that the (fictional) window in the kitchen on the southern side is open and I am aware that I should close it because the neighbors (in the halfway house) could hear the music - and I have a false memory that the annoying neighbors come to visit whenever they know anyone is home. When I close the window, it is much like the metal sliding setup in our present home in the front room, though much smaller and sideways (rotated ninety degrees) yet still seems somewhat like a sash window. The closing of the window feels very realistic.

In some sort of hypnopompic sequence, I see the silhouette of a tree (just after sunset or just before sunrise) with not many leaves, though it is heart-shaped.