Crazy dream the town houses I grew up in were partially torn down and partially used within a new complex design for split residential and commercial space. I was walking through one that had stained concrete floors, and that general minimal grey and white palate kind of like what I remember from some of an old employer’s HQ. I was visiting Rowley and followed him up the stairs then made a wrong turn left and he directed me right. He had my old room! It still had the purple walls I painted but it was expanded and had a floor to ceiling glass wall that faced out to 44th and the old elementary school was gone, it had been replaced by businesses and there was a little Mexican restaurant across the street. He also had two of my old paintings that were accidentally left behind on the walls, and the wall facing in was also partially glass with a glass door that was relocated further in from where it was originally. There were interesting things going on but it was the architectural changes in that dream that really stood out.