That Erin Gloria Ryan was my upstairs neighbor. In the dream, she used to live in the hippie college-style commune I managed in our old building, but then she moved out and I found out she was a few floors up instead of living with us, because she wanted to organize them.
It was a really cool old building and I kept finding secret rooms and exits and stuff. And it was icy outside, which is pretty much my entire life from December to March.
What did you dream about last night?