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.