Sir Charles, you are one brave man.

Let's see if I can "help."

We got vacuuming, grocery shopping for ice cream, young foreign women, women who already are with a man, or have recently left one, and women consuming alcohol.
(BTW, Robitussin Vermouth is baaaad vermouth).

I'm guessing you think women suck the life out of men, are frigid, non-communicative, teasers, heartbreakers and lushes. Am I close?

Seriously, you just need to find a way to tie together all these "scenes" from your dreams and there's your novel, right there. Time, place, set-up, dialogue--it's already there. You just have to get on board with Wm. Burroughs.

You're lucky. All of my dreams end with my demise.

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.