I'm somewhere and I hear from Lance - an old friend I haven't seen since University. He looks different, older, unrecognizable. We're going to go out, only at the moment I'm between 2 apartments, both half unpacked and filled with treasures, so I tell him I just want to go home, pick up my shoes, I'll meet him after...
Rooting through my belongings, half-packed or unpacked boxes...
Going to leave when a snake, small, venomous, bites me on the heel - I check; it hasn't punctured the skin, I should be fine, but my chance to meet Lance, it's gone...
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A nap, later in the day, picks up on the same dream, Lance with a friend of his, tall, good looking African/American musician, we're in my other apartment, my Calgary one, and I'm looking for something to prepare for them...