I dreamt that I was staying in a nondescript hotel somewhere far from home. Neither too big nor too small, my room had two single beds and sparse furniture. I was already in bed and about to turn off the light when someone walked in and headed for the neighboring bed without greetings or explanation. A moment later someone else came in and quietly went for the armchair in one of the corners. The door kept opening, and all sorts of people kept walking in. Mostly women and children, they occupied every nook and cranny they could find. Among children, the majority were infants. When a woman of about fifty came in and sat on my night table without a word, I got out of bed and started counting the people in the room. It was hard to come up with the exact number because of crowding, but I counted sixty-three of them. Just as I was turning around to see whether I had missed anyone under the furniture, I woke up. The first thing that came to my mind upon waking was that something horrible had been going on out there. Either a natural disaster or a war had brought all those people to the hotel.