Stan and I were in a city that was not Madison. It was either Milwaukee or Denver or Boulder. We were lost, and looking for a street named "Brilliant." It was an older part of town with business and residential homes that were two-story and maybe around the age of ours (around 100 or maybe older). We get to an intersection and realize the cross street was "Brilliant." Stan decides to go up to the next cross street to find the address we were looking for (I think it was 1037, but I'm not sure) because he thinks he can get through on it easier, and then take another street back on over to the block we need on Brilliant Street. This other street that runs parallel to Brilliant was creeping me out. It was sort of like an alley because all the houses backs faced to it. The houses all looked very run down and smudgey (that's the only way I can describe it), but one house had the address "1037" on it, so we figured that the house across from it on the alley, which faced Brilliant Street, was the house we wanted. I was there to pick up art or deliver art or something, but I didn't know the name of the woman I needed to talk to, however Stan seemed to know, and called out to "Lorene". I thought it was odd that her name was the same as Stan's mom. We went into the 2-story house which seemed to be subdivided into apartments. We walked up the stairs which were very narrow and shallow and would take forever if one walked up one step at a time, so I tried stepping up two steps at a time, but was a bit freaked because there was no room for even a small adult foot on a step. Lorene was no one I'd ever seen before. She was about 50 or so, dark hair, shorter than me, glasses, pretty average. Her 2nd story apartment was large and carpeted with light, almost white, thick pile carpeting. Stan sat down on a chair, but I couldn't find a chair to sit on, so I grabbed a square-shaped stool with a doily on top, but as I sat down on it I realized this was not something to sit on, but something to have things put on it like small vases, as the legs felt very wobbly beneath me. I realized I made a horrible social faux pas...I forgot what happened in the dream after that.

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