I dreamt that my beloved and I lit a cigar inside our favorite restaurant. This is what we often do, but only on the terrace outside. Smoking is strictly forbidden inside the restaurant, but we somehow forgot the well-advertised rules. We were the only guests at the time, which is probably why we made our mistake. A cloud of smoke soon formed above our table. But it was amazing to see the waiters’ reaction. They know us for years. We have always had an excellent rapport. And they often let us know that we are among their favorite guests. For all these reasons, they were running around totally confused. Their eyes dashing hither and thither, they did not dare approach our table, either. Their main worry was that other guests would come in. On top of that, they had no idea how the headwaiter would take the whole thing. One way or another, they would end up being responsible for our untoward behavior. When I woke up, I had to suppress a chuckle, for my beloved was still asleep by my side. And I could well imagine the headwaiter rushing to our table, imploring us to leave at once, and then escorting us solicitously all the way to the terrace, his right hand extended in front of him all the time. Perhaps he would even mumble a few words about his utter surprise and his most painful disappointment. The waiters in our favorite restaurant are one of its main attractions, anyway.