I dreamt that I accompanied my beloved on a visit to a German university. She met with a professor who knew of me, too. Endowed with a large bush of curly graying hair, he inquired about several of my former colleagues. His English was surprisingly good. I quite enjoyed his company and the company of his colleagues and doctoral students. The atmosphere was informal and very relaxed. And I was impressed by their interconnected offices, classrooms of different sizes, meeting rooms, and other facilities. There were no corridors. The professor’s office was the hub from which everything else could be accessed. The office was sparsely appointed. His secretary had a small desk and a chair, but that was all by way of furniture. He spent most of his time sitting or reclining on the floor, his back propped up against a wall. Covered with linoleum, the floor was immaculate. It was warm, as well. There were several desktop lamps on the floor, and they provided soothing warmth. When I woke up, I kept marveling at the space I had just visited. It was as though I designed it myself.