H.’s architecture firm is in my house. They're old but still working on their success. That works. There are big rugs from A. in the courtyard. I wonder if that is a good idea as they might get damaged. Two men are fighting on the roof. One man is attacked and goes into a fetal defence posture and mumbles something Buddhist. I try to calm the attacker down. An actor shows off his impressive muscles. I look at my slender arms and feel embarrassed.