I was staying in a house beside the machair. In front of this house was a stretch of lawn, and at the edge of the lawn there was a river. By the riverside, its door wide open, was a shed into which I wandered. Inside the shed was a large art nouveau typesetting machine. I was being called, and I turned away from my discovery of the typesetting machine to make my way back to the house and to our hostess. People in dreams do not always have names, but she did. She was called Mrs. MacGregor.
by Alexander McCall Smith
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The narrator recounts a vivid dream-like experience while staying in a house beside a machair, characterized by a lush lawn leading to a river. An intriguing shed near the riverside captures the narrator's attention, housing a remarkable art nouveau typesetting machine. This discovery, however, is interrupted as the narrator feels compelled to return to the house and engage with their hostess, Mrs. MacGregor.

This moment reflects the blend of serene surroundings and the allure of artistic machinery, signifying a deeper exploration of creativity and connection. The presence of Mrs. MacGregor adds a tangible element to the dream, grounding the narrator's wanderings in a recognizable reality, despite the ethereal quality of dreams where identities can often blur.

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