I rephrased the question, asking “What date is it?” I dreamt that I was in a different country. As I woke I couldn’t remember but Latvia came to mind. I was sitting outside in the middle of rundown (?) / dilapidated (?) apartments (?). There was a space for a campsite. I saw a young boy (10?) with red curly hair (?). I saw another like him on the second landing of the second floor. I wasn’t sure if that was him, another boy who looked like him, or a twin.
There was a lady there with me. She was telling me that there were homes for sale for $1000, or less than $1 in that country’s money.
She also mentioned that we could die (?) from stomach problems from being overweight. As she was saying this I was standing in front of an Adirondack (?) chair that had some Hershey miniatures on the arm that were starting to fall off to the left. I was able to catch them before they fell. I was thinking that I didn’t need them, they were just here.
As I was waiting to fall asleep, I saw a black woman coming forward, asking a white woman (didn’t see her) if she knew Henry Winston.