Here is a dream I wrote about on April 17, 2012:
When I woke this morning, the last thing I dreamt was me in Paris. I climbed some steps to enter a quaint, quiet and low-lit cafe. I was alone. The hostess asked if I wanted to join a table of three women who sat at a table for four. I looked back and forth between the empty seat at their table and an empty table for two I could dine at alone. I chose the women's table. When I sat, they didn't say anything, just looked at me then kept their conversation. The women were African and/or Middle Eastern. Their hues were dark chocolate or olive. Then the scene shifted to what appeared to be the same cafe, but now I was standing. People were adding pictures of young men and women from the Middle East and Africa to two walls. I would choose a picture and 'interview' them on the spot. If they answered my questions, they got citizenship (not sure if to U.S. or France). But it was that simple.
I try to write my dreams down before I forget them, especially the bizarre ones. Because I will forget, just like I forgot this one. I happened to be flipping through my journal for another entry I wrote and found this. To add context, I did just have a conversation with Antoine about how envious I was that he was going to Paris (and other parts of Europe) next month. Maybe that spawned this dream.