Moving, Athames, and Panoramic View

Again, I do not know how all these dreams related to each other, but here's what came to me last night:

1.  I live in a different apartment.  The building is much smaller, maybe like a quadraplex, with outside steps.  At one level, there is a large lounge/living room which is used communally.  My personal apartment is in the back, complete with its own living room.  

I am with another tenant, and we're going down the steps, and stop, because we see a moving truck and all household possessions being moved into our communl space.  Carefully, we make our way around the movers and in this way get a glimpse of the new tenants.  It is obvious now that we have lost our meeting space, because a new family is moving in there.  A large bed was already set up, covered with a white bedspread, and other rooms we never knew existed were being filled up with furniture.  I tell my friend that things will never be the same now, since obviously the landlord considered that to be dead space that could bring in more money.  

2.  I am with a friend, a lovely young lady with long black hair (no one I know in "real" life), and we're talking about jewellery.  She is asking about a certain piece, a necklace made of golden-brown stones.  I tell her I saw it in her jewellery box, the large wooden one with gold and green ornamentation on it.   She is kind of concerned, since she hasn't been able to find it in the moving chaos.  We go to her apartment and search for it.  It doesn't take us long to find it, and the necklace is indeed there.  There is also an athame there, one that is plain, with a leaf-blade and a handle made of polished blond wood.  Plain, yes, but also very beautiful, perfectly balanced.  It is a clear glass case.  I am surprised to see it, and tell her that I also got one, just like it.  Immediately there is a shift, everything blurs and I find myself with my friend, Richard, who is unpacking a box that he has received as a gift.  Sure enough, there is an athame for him in that box, identical to the one my friend and I got.  He picks it up carefully, and pulls it out of the glass case, kissing the handle reverently.  None of us know who sent these beautiful tools out, but we're sure we're not the only ones that got them.

3.  A male friend (indistinct - don't know him) and I are in a car, he's driving, and I'm a passanger.  We are chatting away amicably and soon find ourselves going over a tall bridge. It is sunset, and I look out the window to my right, west, and am awestruck at what I see.   

The sun is low in the sky, which is all shades of intense turquoise and powder blues, tinged with pinks and orange highlights, white puffy clouds play hide-and-seek with the sinking golden sun.  All the buildings are white, sparkling with their own light, and are all at odd angles, leaning into and away from each other.  The trees are not just green, they're emerald and jasper, and all this sits on a bay of sapphire waters.  

The entire scene is so fantastic, as though it's constructed out of precious gems and metals!  I turn to the driver, and tell him I wish I had a camera, because that is one picture that is  "absolutely postcard perfect"!