I dreamt that I visited an American city where the street pattern and the pattern of electrical and telephone lines overhead were misaligned for some historical reason. The two grids were at a slight angle to each other, causing confusion in a number of places. In fact, I experienced confusion as soon as I arrived. As I stepped out of a car at an intersection, several people who were crossing the road bumped into me. I, too, did not know exactly which way to go because of the strange angle of the lines hanging above the road. Everyone I met there was fed up with this problem and wanted it fixed. I remember seeing an exhibition in the Town Hall dedicated to the historical roots of the misalignment. By and by, I realized that the town administration had retained me as a consultant to help them resolve this old problem. By the time I woke up, I knew that great deal was expected of me.