in the spymaster's office

I had a complex and intricately plotted dream last night about the town spymaster and the stranger, with plots and counter-plots and a clock tower and a steamboat, and in the end they turned out not to be enemies, and the spymaster became Mayor so the stranger got his job and was going to marry his elder daughter. Only the dream ended with a great deal of pointless complication in the romantic sub-plot as I woke up, and the disorienting moment where my perspective had slipped in until I was the stranger (male) and the girl he was going to marry noticed and addressed him by my name-- perhaps a note from my subconscious that I'd taken over the dream and it was going downhill rapidly. And with this all overlaid on top of it, I no longer remember any of what actually happened in the beginning of the dream, which is sad, as that was definitely the good part.

Ah well, back to sewing fencing shirts.