I was walking around a house that was being used as a movie set. It was SO over-laden with bric-a-brac and excessively nice furnishings. I just wandered from room to room thinking, man, I bet my mom would love to get a job doing this sort of design work, and I'm pretty sure she'd do a less egregious job than this, too.
I'm pretty sure this dream was a hybridization between an issue of Architectural Digest that I'd read earlier in the week, and my impressions of Eyes Wide Shut. I was consistently amazed throughout that film with how bad the art on the walls of their apartment was.