I am at a doctor visit in a city – in a modern building on one of the upper floors. My doctor is concerned and wants me to see another doctor to get a scan and second opinion. I move through the building to another office, am made to wait, but finally see the specialist. He seems unimpressed with what the first doctor said, and tells me I don’t need any scans, and sends me on my way.
I am an adult, with (in charge of?) a group of kids – teens and younger. I have brought them to show them my grandparent’s house, on my Dad’s size. As we approach the house on foot, I see a white wood frame home, not very wide – looks like it might contain two rooms across, the same deep. I know better, but wait to show the surprise to the kids.
We enter, there are indeed two rooms welcoming us, but then I take them through a door into other rooms, and more, deeper and deeper into the house, looking all around. There is an old fashioned kitchen, and in may rooms some old fashioned furniture – but strangely, blending in, some more modern pieces, even the occasional computer screen or flat screen tv.