I dreamt that I was back in an old house in the former USSR.
I went to a dingy little flat. The wallpaper was mouldering. I gathered my belongings. There was sme bric an brac. Twas like the place in Little Paris but worse. There were many garmets. I opened wardrobes and found more than I could take. I was irked. It was hard to stuff all thse itmes of clothign into my bags.
Maybe this s because I imagine leaving here.