I dreamed we decided to move to Paris. I hadn’t even been in New York long enough to know anything about it. The flight played the Vacation movie with Chevy Chase in it. I didn’t have time to pack, because I had a substitute boss. Musette was already at the ariport in Paris. All of her chef friends were there with her. They smoked weed around a table, holding onto the joint with a large clip. They passed it to me and I pretty much destroyed it trying to repack it. I couldn’t figure out where to go once I got out to the streets. The place we were staying was a little depot of rooms, connected.