»Il faut réchauffer la colle.

Dreams:

on a train, ordering a drink, en route to the awards ceremony for stickiest glue. The recipient, a friend of mine, had been well-known in our circle for having the stickiest glue, and we were all quite proud for the general recognition this would bring him.

I was ordering a typical Martini, but my seat-mate reminded me that the French do not have the same notion of cocktails, and so I ended up asking the waiter for a glass of chilled gin. He gave me a quizzical look but I imagine that I ended up with what I expected -- I woke up or went to another dream.