Frank has bought us a new house, which used to be a Church and a gambling casino. It is huge and he entertains huge number of people in weird ways (e.g., sleigh rides, gourmet dishes, etc.). There are lots of telephone booths, lots of kids, old and young: I see Betty Ruth (a mother of one of my NS kids in 1950s). She asks me to send some $$ for charity to France; I see her redheaded, tiny baby; it laughs when I smile at it. It transforms into an old woman.
-- Then I go downstairs and try to call from one of the many phone booths: then upstairs: to a magnificent modern room: furnished with all our own things: but I still don't see Frank; can't understand why Frank has rented such a huge, weird place; puzzled; awaken.