I dreamt that I was visiting a medieval town somewhere in Italy. It was sunny and balmy. I was looking for a place to sit down in one of the interconnected squares in the center. Most of the outdoors cafés were almost empty, though. The few people I could see appeared to be asleep. They were all men and they all wore dark suits. Leaning backwards or forwards in their seats, they were motionless. When I came closer to them, I realized the sleepers looked kind of flattened in their slumber. I could not see any sign of breathing, either. Actually, they seemed to be long dead. I started looking for a waiter to figure out what was going on, but I could not find a single one. The town was deserted. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I could not shake the sleepers out of my mind. Their flattened heads lingered in my mind. Out of the blue, I started worrying about falling asleep myself and getting flattened in turn. It took me a while to fall asleep again. Not fully awake, I struggled to separate dreams from reality. When I woke up in the morning, I felt sort of fortunate not to have gone the way of the sleepers from my dream.