pumpernickel mouth

My car was parked next to a park or green space. I was looking through the trunk. I had some old papers and memorabilia stored in there. I took a pile and sat on the ground and looked through them. Some of the items felt valuable ....worth money due to their age etc. and some I wondered why I kept... and why I kept multiples. I had a collage I made of different colors.. light blue with a gold structure and a pink color. I had three versions of it. I thought it was nice, pretty, made me feel good but why did I make three versions of the same thing? I decided to keep them. And after the decision was again wondering.. why am I keeping them and why all three again. After not seeing them this long and forgetting that I owned them... Then myself and some guy were going somewhere. Down the street? something felt lost, late or confused about it. Then I was in my friend's (MB) apartment. He had a new roommate and I was finally going to meet him. He had told me the guy was a redhead, but he ended up being a very petite Indian guy. He was very nice. He had a fancy espresso machine set up in the kitchen. I knew my friend didn't like it but I found out how it would be beneficial to him, so I was excited to confirm it with the new roommate. The old kitchen sink had been removed to hold a small bar sink. I had asked MB about it and he said it was his other roommate that put it in right before he left, and he would switch it back later. So I walked around the counter where he had installed a temporary large sink. MB was going on and on about how the pavement outside was the strongest pavement out there right now. It was a lower grade, but it was like he was defending it. It was between the pavement and the Formica... that was the strongest this and that. Then I was in kind of a nice home. It had a really nice outdoor/deck area and cozy inside. It was also well equipped. It felt nice to be there. I had a boyfriend in the dream and he was nice also. Very caring and sharing. Then his mother came home unexpectedly. It was actually her home. She was pleasant enough but also there was a bit of fear I felt around her. Nothing outwardly, but I knew she could change things for he and I in an instant with her comments. My friends MG and PC stopped by as well. It was a pleasant visit and nice to see them but I almost felt about them like I did the mother... well one of them and the other was the "nice" one. - - - - Then I was dreaming of some woman that seemed out of the 50s but from another country. Kind of a simple minded busy body. Chatty, smiley, not easily understanding things... she was supposed to learn a new language and needed to get on it quickly. There was a human head on the wall.. it was hers... almost? and talking to her as well. It was telling her of what she needed to get done. They eyes kept trying to follow her, but they kept going in the opposite direction from where she was standing as if the "mechanism" wasn't working and/or was connected backwards. When I first saw the mouth move, it looked like the little rye rounds for finger sandwiches... almost like a muppet, but then she was human again.