I dreamt that I was walking through the empty lobby of a sprawling building. I was just looking around. The lobby was poorly lit, and so I walked toward the light in a distant corner. It turned out to be a wonderful place formed by many large and small cubes clad in marble. They seemed to float in space. To one side, there was a lot of glass, which gave to a lush lawn. To the other side, there was a large fireplace, which was lit. Long tongues of fire danced around it languidly. To the side of each cube there was a profusion of marble heads perched on cantilevered stands. They were of all sizes. Looking Greek and Roman, each head had its own patina of rich hues. Enchanted by the place, I sat on a slab that looked like a bench. Only then I noticed a man sitting still at a marble desk next to the fireplace. In his forties, he had a bush of curly blond hair on top of his head. Realizing that this was his office of sorts, I greeted him with a few words of deep appreciation, but in return he only smiled and nodded gently. It was clear he was not very talkative. At that point I realized that his office, if this is what it was, must have been of his own making. He fit into it too well for any other possibility.