Two night ago, I dreamt that I was coming home to my apartment, apparently the entire top floor of an old house. I walked up the stairs and found all my stuff, as normal. But while I had always thought of my place as a basic studio apartment, now I looked up and realized there were many additional rooms.
I walked around the house in awe. There was a huge kitchen and a music room with an old piano. I came into a large bedroom. It had big, beautiful windows looking down into a garden. It was empty, except for the dust of years of going unused. Without thinking, I started moving my stuff in.