Dream About An Abundant House With Character

I find myself in yet another house. This one is different. I get the impression that it's being given to me or gifted to me. It's very large but also cozy in the sense that there are lots of rooms inside. It's very abundant. There's lots of older furniture inside and at one point a woman who's selling the house says that her husband was like an artist and that's why all the designs were different. The house is definitely giving Art Deco as a art movement. But it was also filled with whimsy and had so much character. The house seemed to have a dizzying amount of rooms and levels. It's as if every corner I turned always looked new. There was one part of the house where the room was filled with nothing but washing machines and drying machines, but it was more like the machines were in a hallway. And I remember saying to myself, Grandma, how do I have all these washing machines be efficient? It gave me the feeling of Grandma's house without being Grandma's house, which is interesting. There was one room that when you opened the door, you had to crawl through this little hole on the bottom. And I thought it was going to lead into a shower, but there was a really cramped space where you could just observe a little crystal waterfall. Which was a very wonky and impractical option, but it was there. The scene then shifts slightly. I'm not sure if I notice it, but the house is now just two levels now. Maybe I've gotten used to the house and it's not new to me anymore. I'm in the process of decluttering it, getting rid of things, cleaning it up. There's someone else in the house with me, a male figure. Not sure if I'm related to them. But I feel like we're in the same boat because we've both been gifted houses. And they're either in the same building or really close to each other. But we're both in the process of clearing space. I'm a little overwhelmed, but then I just make sure that I focus on the key areas first As to not, you know, waste time on things that don't matter at this time And after I make that distinction The scene shifts slightly once again. I find myself outside of a storefront. It's a black-owned business Run by a female And I want to say she sells clothes or Maybe like street fashion That's not giving like high street fashion that's very much giving Rainbow clothing store… Then the scene shifts again and we're in the house but I can't discern if it's the house that was given to me or someone else's house. It feels very similar but I get the impression that it's someone else's house and the persons who it belongs to is Asian. I think he's speaking Korean or Japanese. From time to time he does speak English, but the girl who owned the clothing store, she's there with me and she can converse with him in his language. I get the sense that we're like refugees and we're like in hiding and he's taken us in. And we're just waiting it out with him to return back home until it's safe. There's one time when he's talking in his language and instead of translating it, you know, in English for me, I just look over to him and I just read the subtitles that are appearing around his body, and I find that to be strange. Then I wake up.