I was in a living room and there was an open and empty room neighboring the living room. There wasn’t a door separating the rooms, just a large open passage. The living room was well lit by 2 large windows covered with shear white curtains. The empty room was much darker and did not have much natural light. There was a lot of furniture in the living room; too much to fit comfortably so I started placing the furniture that went together and would fit comfortably in the living room – a couch and buffet type cabinet that weren’t antiques but weren’t brand new either; a new grey soft area rug, with a coffee table on top of it, a small secretaries desk with a matching chair that were fairly old but in good condition. There was a large table that got moved into the empty room along with all the other furniture but I don’t specifically remember what the rest of the pieces were. I moved the furniture in the living room around a couple of times before deciding on which layout worked best and as I was finishing putting things in place I accidentally broke a small white vase that was my grandma’s. She’s been dead for a decade and she and I were very close. It wasn’t her favorite vase or anything. I just remember it from her house as a kid. It was only big enough to fit one small flower. I was sad that it broke and woke up trying to decide if I should glue it back together or not.