Place Blanche

Dream: I had arrived suddenly in Paris, but got into a bus at the airport (impossible) and it took me northeast of the city center despite the sign saying Place Blanche, where I couldn't get out into the street but was trapped in a social realist amphitheater that had a slide show of wax animal sculptures and a brochure about the artist.

I was at the Jersey Shore, folks were building a tacky restaurant/bar where the sand dunes had been. I apologized to the hosts that I didn't have my special guidebook to the area, which only exists from a previous dream, which lists the addresses of old radical newspapers and birthplaces of jazz icons that aren't there.