All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allen Poe
[The man's tone is thoughtful, the words clearly intended for himself more than anyone else.]
And what a dream.
[ action ] [An older man sits at a small corner table in the Winery, sipping a glass of red wine and reading Crime & Punishment. The situation is too strange for him to be concerned; it has to be some kind of dream. So why worry?]