COFFEE, SEVERAL CUPS OF TEA, MORE COFFEE

A dream involving shenanigans in the real estate office. It's a purely imaginary real estate office, as I have never been there, so some details are unimportant and vague. There is a backroom with an ashtray and an unused desk. The ashtray is the important bit. No cork knocker, but evidence that someone smokes Davidoff cigars there after hours. One a day. Hence the ventilation.

Surely no one will object if I light up, seeing as the office is vacant?

How perfect that I happen to have a pipe and tobacco with me.

Now if only there were a newspaper and some tea.

The other factor which seemed key was that it was on a hillside in an off street. A curious psychoanalyst might have made something of all this, and queried me in obsessive depth about the colour of the walls and the odd haziness of many things there -- is there a copy machine, where is the water cooler, and what hue the floor might be -- but a comfortable office chair, an ashtray, a desk, and a newspaper probably says it all.
Like Sam Spade's office, but upgraded for 2024.

Obviously in San Francisco. Elements of past events or activities years ago, discordantly collected in no significant way. The ashtray is glass and facetted. There are neat logs of ash, and only one cigar band. It is white, so obviously not a Nicaraguan. For some reason I'm thinking a Signature 2000. Excellent. And I'll have to remember to have a teabag or two stashed in my coat pocket this evening, because not everywhere is properly supplied.
My host is a non-smoking coffee drinker.

Still have to purchase wine and cheese. As well as scoot into Chinatown for illegal cigarettes and a lottery ticket. At which time I will indeed have a pipe (two pipes) and tobacco with me.

By the way: Davidoff Signature two thousands are corona cigars (five inches long, ring gauge 43) made with Dominican grown Piloto Cubano, complex and creamy, but not overly strong. Notes of cedar. Perfect for an occasional smoker as well the business-like younger woman who mananges the office and knows where all the bodies are buried. It's a fine product.
They go well with coffee.


Having gotten up way too early today, I shall probably need coffee after dinner, lest I fall asleep on the couch. I am the log at parties, the zombie dozing in the corner.
Caffeine is a purely miraculous substance.


Coffee means detailed dreams.



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