From the remarkable Caws-Elwitts:
Hilary dreamt that she had a dentist appointment in Skaneateles (a place we've never been in real life). While trying to find the office she ended up in a parking garage, where a security guard yelled at her for walking down the automotive ramp. But then they became fast friends, she met his whole family, and he politely corrected her pronunciation of "Skaneateles."
I dreamt that Edgar Allan Poe carried a small red volume of his poetry with him when he was a dinner guest. He was (in the dream) an expert on silver spoons, and he would sometimes absent-mindedly place one of the hosts' little spoons that he'd been examining inside his poetry book in the midst of conversation, and innocently walk off with it. There were known to be several real-life (in the dream) "mysteries" of missing spoons that had later been accounted for by scholars familiar with Poe's habits.
Hilary also dreamt:
1. She was walking around brainstorming a novel, carrying a "plagiarism bucket." This was an orange-colored receptacle into which she would toss each new idea (on a slip of paper on which she'd jotted it down); inside the bucket, the paper would turn a particular color, litmus-style, if she had inadvertently lifted that particular idea from a pre-existing work.
2. Someone (who was possibly Julian Barnes) was friends with both me and Hilary but for some reason insisted on socializing with us separately. So he would have lunch with me at a restaurant, after which I would leave and Hilary would take my place. JB (or whoever) would then eat a second lunch with Hilary.