I was in a dorm at a school and got blackmailed by my involvement with a much younger boy. So I was not allowed to graduate, and at graduation spoke with a sympathetic person who was not graduating yet either, who gave me some advice. Somehow this person morphed into a french nobleman, very wealthy, and I ended up visiting his family. Throughout the dream he seemed to grow older until he was my contemporary.

I was riding around in a lovely sleigh with these itinerant noblefolks in france. I had to be back into Paris to catch the train to London and returnto the US, and when I boarded what seemed to be another open air vehicle on skis, I was bound for the train station. the Big Ben chimed midnight, somehow being transplanted to Paris, and we drove by empty fields, passing the occasional enormous ruin of a state building. It reminded me of dreams I had years ago of being in an isolated, ghostly city.

The nobleman called me and told me of his dirty thoughts and we negotiatated on how i could stay around for a day or so. I told him I had enjoyed meeting his wife and that I had helped her to organize her sleigh, and the noble life appealed to me, with all it's sleigh rides and fancy recipe books, but that I was a worker and would find myself organizing every damn sleigh. He thought that was cute, and he sang to me as I lay in the sleigh and wondered if he was serious about keeping me around, because a new ticket had to be purchased pretty damn quick. Thinking on it further, I realized that he was an itinerant, wealthy nobleman, and probably was just screwing with my head. As I determined to get serious about the money for the ticket, I woke up.