I dreamed I was in a tiny apartment with a one-booth diner in the living room and a short coffee counter. I ate a hearty plate, and caught the tail-end of another patron's conversation at the counter, with the guy running everything (pot-bellied, slept on the living room floor). It was raining the whole time, annoying, tinny, constant drip-drip. The customer said he hated the rain, among lots of other things. Then he left, and I sat down for coffee,...