The other person in the dream was Hillary Clinton. I was discussing Noam Chomsky (!) with her. I told her that people must realize how intense things are these days, since they seem to flee to trivia and nonsense as if they were addicted to it. (Of course, I lived in that house decades before Facebook appeared, but who says dream chronology is necessarily accurate?) If one doesn't play other people's game by doing likewise, all kinds of fury comes to the surface.
Om Kreem Kalyai Namaha,