I was in a gun shop. It didn't look familiar. I went there because I was supposed to get money back for something. 3000€. It made no sense. There was an absurdly high counter I could barely reach up to. The gun dealer was a middle-aged lady. She gave me the money back in a clear plastic bag. I joked it doesn't happen often that I leave with more money than I came from. Apparently I was a regular. I sat down at a school desk before the counter and counted the money. It was a huge bundle of strange oversized dollar notes printed on very cheap paper. I asked why I got $ instead of € and the lady said that's the new law in gun transactions now. Because dream, I utterly failed to count the money. It were lots of 1$ bills and I wondered how this would amount to 3000 in the end. The lady became impatient and told me to count the money at home. Between the banknotes was - on the same cheap brown paper - a sheet that was sort of a dossier about me. It featured photos of antiquities I own, as well as one of Alice's personal email addresses she uses to communicate with you guys here. I was shocked. How did the gun dealer know about this? The counter was even higher now and I had to climb up to show the lady the sheet. She shrugged and said we gotta check all the customers thoroughly and that my friend from school had told them the email address. Alice's email is supposed to have bullet-proof anonymity (pun intended), so that was very odd. I wondered if they knew about my tupper as well but concluded they didn't or I wouldn't be allowed to have firearms in the first place.

I woke up still wondering what had happened and how the hell Alice's email had been leaked until Alice popped up and said duh, it was a dream.