Paris

I flew to Paris and when I got off the plane, I found myself with a woman and her boyfriend. They invited me to stay at his house, which he described as very modest. We drove down a busy highway and then turned onto a road across from a large mall. There were Dr. Seuss trees lining the lane and we pulled up to a stone cottage. When we first entered the house, it was very small and he told me he was in the process of remodeling. It had stone floors and a quaint kitchen with an old-fashioned stove and refrigerator. I was enchanted and kept telling him, "This is exactly what I pictured a French house would look like!" I ran from room to room, up and down stairs, and through crooked passages. I went outside and saw the pool and beautiful landscaping and realized the house was a mansion. I called mom and told her what a wonderful time I was having, but she was very worried that I was staying with strangers and didn't want to hear more. At one point, a man asked me a question in French. I understood him, but replied, "Si." Then I realized I had answered in Spanish, not French, and quickly said, "I mean oui!" He laughed at me. Another woman entered the dream and I realized she was pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. She was somehow related to either the guy or his girlfriend. We became friends and cooked dinner together in the beautiful kitchen. Her parents arrived to take her away and make her have the baby. At first, they seemed very friendly and I sat on the couch talking to them. Then her dad started making passes at me and trying to touch me under the pillows on the couch. I kept telling him no and tried to stay away from him. At the end of the dream, they caught the pregnant girl and were trying to force her into a car. She was crying and I gave her a big hug and told her everything would be alright. I whispered in her ear that I had been in the same situation more than once and she looked at me surprisingly, but also relieved.