I was wandering through a town looking for people, but everyone seemed to have just left. Like I had missed them by minutes.
My dream had the weirdest preoccupation with espresso machines? Which in my dream were these enormous devices that used filters made of natural stone and paper. I remember stealing a cup of coffee and some donuts from a place because I couldn't pay for them. The single use filter was a big slab of porous white rock. It loaded in vertically and then the whole assembly slammed in from the front and it slopped coffee all over the floor, like, it was a genuinely bad idea.
The town was nice, it reminded me of walking through a village in germany with tight little streets, not meant for cars. The shops were so tiny. It was really pleasant. Beautiful clear skies.
It's funny, but I've started noticing when I wake how little of my dreams are "rendered". There's only a suggestion of detail. It's like being inside a vignetted sketch, or a theater stage quickly dressed to suggest a location. Only the spot I'm immediately at shows details.