Dream dictionary: Coffee House dream meanings

…a good deal too solid for me, but which she ate as only a girl in her station can eat; whilst I, looking on, watched the colour slowly creep back to her ashen cheeks, and the raindrops rise in minute vapour clouds from her skirt and boots.” Now,” she said, as she drained the last drop of coffee from her cup, and shook her head when I asked her if she would have any more, ”now, you’ve kept your bargain and I’ll keep mine. You asked me to tell you about him, and so I will. To begin with, by him I mean Jim Bailey — my young man Jim. But, of course, I suppose you’ve guessed that. Journalists know a thing or two — at least, so I’ve always understood. Well, in speaking of Jim I’m not going to beat about the bush; hat wasn’t his wish — not…

…myself — he was unworthy of her love.I would insult him, pick a quarrel, fight a duel — and pose in her eyes as the conquering hero! This and much more nonsense rushed through my brain, as I ate my frugal meal and watched the two.Suddenly I was forced by some unrestrainable impulse, and, as much to my own surprise as theirs,I leaned forward and whispered, “Are you going to the ZONE ARTO?”The effect was marvellous.The man dropped his cup with an oath — the hot coffee soaking through his trousers made him wince with pain — and the girl gazed at me with dilated eyes.”Good God!” she ejaculated, a slightly foreign accent in her voice only adding to her charm, are you one of us? It was my turn to be amazed and puzzled.Was I one of them? What did she mean? Was it possible that my dream was…