basement apartment

I was driving my car home realizing I had been back home 3 days and hadn't checked for an important letter. For some reason, I wasn't supposed to be driving. A police car was sticking its nose out of a mcdonalds driveway and so I saw him, panicked and then turned down the next street and parked in someone else's driveway and started to walk away thinking I would walk home. I realized that would defeat the "getting the important letter" purpose, so I turned around to walk back. I could hear a voice that sounded like my dad's. I looked up and saw that he was at some music equipment store across the street. I walked quickly and avoided his eyes. He saw me. I kept walking and went straight to my car. I knew he would be busy for a few more minutes. I walked back to my car and there was a man there... seemed homeless and he was talking to me loudly and I was trying to be invisible. It wasn't working and my dad came around the corner. I said I was in a hurry... had to pick someone up and I guess I took off. Although I really stayed there. Some women were showing me a basement apartment. It wasn't quite finished but it would due for the price and it had oddly high ceilings for being a basement. A young couple came in.. young woman that was french I think and very pretty and lithe and a young man that would bounce back and forth from being black or asian. She had come to see me because I was known (in the dream) for my design skills with clothing and 3D visual ability to solve problems with shapes. She sort of irritated me from the first moment. At first I thought... oh...maybe I'm just jealous because they are young, free spirited, attractive and following their hearts... why hadn't I? But then I realized it was more that she was trying to get by things.. not necessarily in an intentional way, but she herself wasn't aware of herself, her surroundings, how she affected other things and others. I was showing her a way of creating a pattern and was telling her to be very careful of the what looked like very thing but somewhat flexible mirror sheets. She barely listened to me and then broke one with a dumb look on her face and no hint of an intention to replace it or utter an apology... More like it was a natural disaster that couldn't be helped.