The Beautiful Dreamer is clean, but somehow uninviting. The floors and tables are slicked to a high polish, and the bar is well-tended. Various patrons, all of them notably faceless, are sitting around in booths and tables, engaged in conversation with no words.

The bartender looks like a wraith or shadow in the glow of the neon above the bar. He is speaking with a patron on a stool, discoursing on one of the visitor's problems: you are certain of this because it is your dream, and you are very aware.

A door in the back is marked "Do Not Enter." You know this just as much as you know it is impossible to read words in the world of a dream.

Sit at the bar.

Enter the marked door.

Leave.