

I loved my N95. It showed what an oldschool smartphone could look like.
Until the N900 came along and defined for me what a modern smartphone should look like. Thus killing my enthusiasm for all future Android phones.
But the N95 was sturdier. I still have it in my backpack as a backup phone.
I dreamt of trying to leave a building after work and ending up at a tea shop in the fourth floor and being mistaken for a woman named Dunja who was supposed to deliver new tea. I apologised and told them I was just passing through, on my way home. So I went out the back door, but that wasn’t the way out. So I came back, asked them for the way out and they indicated it would be the same way I came in. A group of people was trying to get out as well, so I followed them. But they ended up taking the wrong door, so they went back to the tea shop to take the right door.
When I arrived at the tea shop a third time I introduced myself as Dunja and said I’d like to drink some tea. They told me to take a seat next to the panda, that should be good for me. I said it would be perfect and fitting and woke up.