I dreamt that I found a collection of objects I have used at different stages of my life. All of them were characteristic of me. There were quite a number of diverse objects, but I remember only some of them: a Peterson pipe together with a pipe cleaner, a Jew’s harp, an empty wine glass, a stainless-steel cigar cutter, a Ryman ruled notebook, a small bottle of India ink, and a pen to draw with. The collection made me smile. When I woke up, it was morning already. My beloved was fast asleep next to me. Much of the collection struck me as characteristic of me in the past rather that at present. I do not smoke any longer. Even though I still use my notebook, and even though I occasionally draw in it with India ink, these are things of the past nonetheless. Only the Jew’s harp is very much alive at this stage. But my knapsack was nowhere in sight. Neither was my Apple laptop, which is always near me. Anyway, the empty wine glass in the collection made me smile once again as I stared toward the ceiling. It represents one of my present if petty goals pretty well.