You are free to make hay with this. Last night....

I was at a bus stop in heavy rain. Some friends were with me; I'm not exactly sure who, but one (young, bearded) man had a small child in a backpack. There was a warehouse nearby, a big antiques emporium, and we decided to go inside. Wandering through several floors of antiques, I seemed to be looking for something, but I can't remember what. Then we came to a floor with old pianos on it. One was perfectly cubic, in light beech colouring, rather marked. I said that I hadn't seen that piano for thirty years, and that I'd see if there were any other old instruments about- perhaps a flute or a fiddle. I went over to a case in which there were a number of old microscopes. I turned the tag to see the price of one very small one. The price was 4238 pounds, and as I let go the microscope fell apart. A large light bulb came out of it, and as I tried to stop it rolling it crumpled like a lightly inflated plastic bag. I thought I'd better get out before anyone saw what had happened. There was a doorway nearby which I went through, and a stairway led me down to a place where some people dressed in hippy style were creating artwork- subrectangular patterns in thick, single- colour paint, dull mauve, brown, claret, on wooden boards. Another corridor from there led down a steep slope to the entrance hall, but as I went towards the door I couldn't recogbnise the way out, and security people dressed as clowns came towards me. I saw a door open and some people came in from the street, so I went towards it to go out, wondering if I should wait for my friends at the bus stop. But as I reached the door, one of the security guards ( a woman, in a sailor suit with blue and white vertical stripes and a soft cap) held my arm. I was just about to speak when I woke up.