I was at a combination of a Chinese restaurant and my mother-in-law’s house. It didn’t look at all like her house, and it had a basement. But somehow it was her house.
I was sitting at a table and there was an older Chinese man there, which is why I think it was partly a Chinese restaurant. There were pictures, photos behind glass on the wall. I was facing them. The man was sitting at the table with me, and then he gets up and looks at one of the pictures and says the glass is broken. It had just happened while we were sitting there.
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