Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

For the last three mornings, one of the dreams that has woken me each morning involved hearing Big Ben.

I don't even know what Big Ben sounds like in real life; if I've ever heard it firsthand, it was as a toddler too young to remember. (I may have heard it in the background of a television show, but if so it didn't manage to stick in my conscious memory.) And at least two of the dreams didn't even take place in London -- the mismatch of detail from "knowing" that the bell I was hearing was in the wrong city for the rest of the dream was what woke me. (One dream may or may not have taken place there; I don't remember enough of it before the waking moment to say one way or the other.)