I find myself in a huge factory floor that is to be converted into apartments. Two very tall young men arrive. They are the last ones. I greet them with ‘Hello big ones’. Then they get a little smaller but still a head taller than me. We are standing at a table. CP. is there. I can see through his beard in the backlight. What about my beard? Someone says it's good to be the 4th investor, then the expenses won't be so high. I ask what the profits will be like for the fourth investor. Everyone laughs. I think I should take more care of the execution of the work, I should know all the details, such as the door handles. The mails should all be forwarded to me with AI. They have planned front gardens for the flats on the factory floor. How should these be used? I think they should stipulate that no junk is to be placed there. I'm on the phone with H. We're talking about special panels that are to be installed. What will they look like? H. shows me an oil painting. The deep red tones are very strong. He says I should trust him, it will look good. But I want to see the panels with my own eyes. I walk on. Meanwhile, H. is talking to someone else on his mobile phone. I arrive at a flat with old furniture. I think the panels will be too expensive for the woman. In the dark, she gives me something to eat. Is it sweet or salty? It's a Christmas biscuit. A hazelnut macaroon. I don't want to go to the meeting with UC. But C. thinks it would do her good.I'm driving a minibus. My parents and my brother are with me. We can't find the way. I drive past cars in dense bushes. We turn round in Tervuren, back along the cars. My father says I've scratched them. I get out and let him drive.