I dreamt that I somehow got into the basement of a posh hotel in which I was staying. It was a large and empty space filled with light that came in through huge windows close to the ceiling. As I was walking around, I came to an old car buried halfway in concrete. If I remember correctly, it was a Renault 4. Tipped to one side, it was red and windowless. I wanted to see inside the car, but my foot sunk into the concrete as soon as I stepped on it. It must have been poured only recently. It had not set yet. Surprised, I started looking for an exit. Is this an art project of some kind? I wanted to ask about the buried car at the reception, but I woke up before I managed to reach it. It was still dark outside. Before I fell asleep again, I wondered about my dream. I could not imagine ever dreaming of a car buried in concrete, let alone the concrete being still fresh. Utterly senseless. A dud of a dream, to be sure.