J (my wife) and I are living in a penthouse apartment, quite nice - a modern, white-walled building, we have a patio-style balcony. However, the building rises from the top of a hill wooded with young, shabby-looking trees and strewn with odd bits of rubbish. We are adding to this by hurling an unwanted and torn seventies-style suite of chairs and sofa from the balcony. Clearing out, I think. My cousin K comes to stay later on. He has returned to his original engineering career and is about to attend the function of his professional organisation. I comment on the rather regimental 'engineers club' tie he is wearing for the event.
A big dream but not much remembered detail.