I dreamed (dreamt?) that I moved to Mexico to grow lemons. I owned this beautiful orchard with thousands or trees in long rigid formations. They looked a bit like the trees a five year old would draw with crayons: thin straight trunk with a roughly drawn, though quite accurate, circle of leaves. Five or six bright yellow lemons were dotted on each tree. It was rather lovely and I had a feeling of deep contentment but as always happens in dreams this was a fleeting sensation for a suddenly decided that I had to get to Machu Picchu.