This morning, I dreamed I was in some municipal tourist centre. Large panoramic windows overlooking a magnificent public square. Main door, and a side door to the left.
I was at work, busy cataloguing spectacles and the cases they were found in. I was cataloguing a lot of pairs of specs and their cases and shoving them into a drawer under the counter.
Some older guy comes in. A real tourist. White ballcap. Blue-green kagoule. Midnight blue shorts. White sneakers. He asks me where the nearest pub is. So I tell him it's through the side entrance, and the pub is visible from there. "Called The Taverner. Can't miss it."
A short time later, an older woman comes in through the main entrance. Asks "Can you help me? I've lost my husband."
And the first words out of my mouth? "What case did he come in?"
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