Cruise and deteriorating part of town

Last night I dreamt I was alone on a cruise. The ship had docked in a tourist city. I met a man there who was showing me around. He bought a slice of pizza and a plate of onions cooked like tagliatelle from a street vendor for us to share as he told me about the town. Then I was back aboard the ship. I was walking through the different restaurants and lounges looking for a place to smoke (note: I don't smoke in my waking life at all). I had shots of ice cold vodka served in tall, delicate glasses. I finally found a lounge with ashtrays on the tables, so I sat down to smoke. Just as I was about to light my cigarette, the wait staff gathered around the table and informed me in no uncertain terms that smoking was strictly prohibited there - the ashtrays were just for appearance. Then the cruise ended and I was back home with my husband, telling him how much I had missed him, I was miserable without him and was so glad to back home with him.
Then I was alone again in an old, deteriorating building in the city at night. I was exploring the building, carefully climbing the rickety stairs and wandering the rotting halls, crawling through tight passages and peering into the dark rooms. I met a darkly creepy man (sort of like Tom Waits in "The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus", only darker and creepier) who scared me, so I turned around and quickly made my way back to the ground floor where my friends' boutique was located. I watched as a red haired girl and her sister were trying on dresses. The girl tried on and was modeling a gorgeous sparkly mocha, gold and apricot gown with a starched lace Elizabethan collar - high in the back, low in the front. It need altering because it was too large for her, but the style and the color made the girl glow. Suddenly, the man I met upstairs was there, smiling at me. I turned away from him and gave the package I had been carrying to my friends who owned the boutique and left.
It was dark outside, and drizzly. As I was stepping into my van, I heard a voice say, "It's okay. We can use her headlights." I looked back and saw Aretha Franklin and Quentin Tarantino on mopeds. Tarantino was eating a donut. I started the van and drove off. They rode behind me for awhile. I realized, then, that I was in the Democrat part of town and need to get out of there fast. I made a sharp left turn across traffic onto a side street. I passed an open theater on the left that was all lit up with a live performance. On the right was a luxury swimming pool with a large, long bearclaw-foot tub filled with steaming water for solo soaks in "soup." My heart was racing with anxiety as I looked ahead of me and noticed a traffic light about to turn red. I did not want to stop there.