I know why I dreamt of them. I’ve been reading about them during the day. The dream featured corridors, windy ones. I was with a group of people. I think H. was one of them. We were in a hotel that seemed to improve in decor and plushness the more corners we turned. And the more corners we turned the more chairs there were. Chairs grouped in pairs. Occasional chairs that nobody would ever use. I picked one up and began to carry it with me, presumably to put in my hotel bedroom. You won’t need that, said a member of the hotel staff, who had just appeared and took it off me. I woke then.
