Cafe

Short entry, today.

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Last night I dreamt about being at a cafe in some part of Edinburgh which I don't believe exists in real life. The seats were outside, in a small, walled off, cobbled area. there wasn't much room for more than two or three tables. It was high up, possibly on a hill or a roof, overlooking some old, Victorian style rooftops and a street below.

There were three people with me, and we were discussing the food, which apparently comprised of sweets bought from a traditional Scottish sweet shop, rather than the cafe itself. I don't remember much of the conversation itself, past one of the people saying the sweets melted into milk and made nice milkshakes.

There was something else in the dream, about birds, but I can't remember exactly what it was.