Back in the city

I am very excited to be moving back to the city in last night's dream. And I keep wondering where my husband will put all of his things, and how I talked him into this. The apartment we choose is long and dark, my friend DH apparently use to live in it and she is showing me all of the lamps. The windows have bars on them and this makes me happy because I think that it will prevent any intruders from getting in. While the front of the apartment is street level, as I move deeper into the apartment and look out of the windows, I find that we are now a floor above the road. It is very dim throughout.

In the next scene, I am on a city street waiting in line. A long line, for what? I am dressed in a long, slinky black dress/suit, and spiked heels. I recognize faces from elementary school, high school. Behind me in line is my friend, V, alive again, and speaking a mix of Spanish and gibberish. She seems happy and caught up in her imaginary world.