unravel the details

I am in a city that I don't recognize. My cousin's store has moved to this city, so I assume I am there to see her. The street is wide; there's a gas station across the street and a tall tenement building on the side of the street where I am. There are lots of trees. I walk to her store. When I get there I remember that she recently told me that she emptied her front room; I think she is renovating. When I walk in I am stunned that the place is a mess. The front room has nothing but ladders and dry wall torn down in it. In another, smaller, room there is trash on the floor and two baskets on the floor with unfolded sweat pants (hot pink) in the them. I'm confused.

I am in the store and a woman comes up to me with three frilly tank tops for girls. She mentions that they are some fancy brand (Christian Dior?), but there are no price tags on them. I have no idea how to price such things and look for my cousin to ask her, but she is gone. I am walking through the store with a tank top in hand wondering where the hell she went. The woman leaves, and later my cousin returns. She seems "off" and I ask her what's up. She tells me that she is more focused on her second (night) job. I don't ask too many questions because she seems somewhat secretive. She only drops hints about "training" and that it's a sexy job. She tells me the work takes place in a basement. I'm alarmed.
---
I am taken to a large home; I am being offered the property as a rental. The furnishings are beautiful with the exception of a few pleather pieces. The house is sprawling and the back side is all windows that look at onto cliffs or dunes---they are close enough to touch if you open the large (floor to ceiling) windows. At the back end of one of the sitting rooms there is a class door; I pull it open and there are wooden steps that lead down a slope. The cliff wall, or dune wall, is close enough to touch, and I do. I walk to the bottom of the steps and it's like a secret city. On my right there is a canal, and there are other homes along it. To my left the cliff/dune recedes and I can see a small beach and the ocean is lapping up the beach. I can walk to the beach by simply hopping over the rocks. It is quiet and peaceful; everything has a rock-gray color to it and a sleepy feeling.

Suddenly I notice a group of kids and they are rollicky and laughing. When they see me I can sense they are curious of this stranger. They grow snippy and seem afraid of my arm. I half kid, half mock them and show them my arm more closely. They follow me up the stairs to my house, but I don't want them to come inside. I stand in the doorway, and they ask me questions. A man appears in the house behind me. He looks like a tired musician. His hair is wild and black; his beard is days old. I don't recognize him, but the kids seem to.

Life's a beach!

I am on a beach with people I don't recognize, but I think my husband is nearby. We are playing a game--sorta like catch. People are throwing rocks up at the/into the sky and other people are catching them. I am nervous and covering my head. I run around the beach and find some large rocks that have been thrown: one is gold and one is silver; they are the smoothest rocks I have ever felt. A player comes up to me and says that people can't throw rocks like that because someone will get hurt. I agree and continue to admire the lovely gem-like rocks.

---
In the garage of the house I grew up in. My father's current wife is there with her three daughters. She asks me to pose for pictures with them. Suddenly I have a false memory of wedding photos with these girls and I wonder where the photographs have been hiding.

---
I am being ogled by men who I went to high school with. One guy keeps telling people that he is going to get me pregnant. I see a guy who I like and he is leading a group of kids through a museum. I begin to try to catch up with him. He sees me as I walk through the door, and waits just enough time to let me notice him, then he begins leading the children up a huge hill. I begin walking up the hill and my feet feel leaden---it takes all of my energy to make it up the hill, but I do. At the top, the guy takes me to a bookstore in the neighborhood and I help set up the books.