I am in a distinctly European style city right here in the US. I have a friend with me, but I can only recall that this friend is most likely a woman; I have no more details than that. We enter a new Smithsonian museum built in the style of the city. It is filled with large, circular exhibits, one of which catches my eye not for content but because there is a man of maybe 35 years talking with enthusiasm to his two children. Both the son and daughter are listening to their father talk about rhodopsin. After a minute or two of listening in, I notice the curator moving in to put a stop to his education; she apparently charges for such talks and feels that he is giving the goods away to his kids for free. I nod knowingly to him and start teaching his kids about rhodopsin as he walks off for a discussion with the curator. They return later and the curator declares that she and the father are now friends, and as friends, we all get to hear her educational talks for free. Luckily, there was one just about to begin.

The dream ends there. Notice how the girl with whom I arrived pretty much disappeared right away. I had numerous other dreams because I was drunk, but all that I remember is that one was about Kiani and one about some family somethingorather.