Night of Sunday, November 22nd

I had a dream that I was in a town outside of Chicago, visiting a friend. I drove over a bridge that was steel or aluminum or whatever bridges are made of these days. There weren't many houses, it was kind of a forrest-y area. I came upon a section of a few 2 flats, and one of them included Ramsay's apartment. It had blue siding and was at least 3 levels above ground. You had to walk up a set of wooden stairs on the side to get to it, and once I got in I entered the kitchen. There were 3 rooms, 1 or 2 of which she had roommates for, I can't remember. I don't remember what I did there, but I remember having to leave for some reason and then driving off. I woke up right after.