Had a brief dream that began and ended in bed and so seemed immediately thereafter not to have been a dream. I got up and didn’t realize I was in a room that was pretty much my bedroom when still living with my parents on De Kruif Pl. I considered going to the kitchen to get a drink or snack but decided against it because my father (dead ten years in reality) was therein and I’d rather avoid him. I decided to just go back to bed and so removed my reading glasses from atop my head and placed them on a nearby surface. As I lay down, the reading glasses atop my head shifted or brushed against the pillow and so I removed them but then remembered I had already done so. Looking back at the aforementioned surface, I was able to inspect these two identical pairs of reading glasses.