A strange dream early in the morning...

A strange dream. I was in Berwick upon Tweed and I recall remarking to myself that it was the first place where the surroundings begin to look more Scottish than English and then I was no longer there, but instead I entered some kind of shopping centre looking for somewhere to chill out, a coffee shop perhaps, but I never found one. Instead I was with a woman, a PR woman by all accounts, who was showing me a room. The room had its floor down from where we were standing and there were conveyor belts, two I think, coming up from the ground level of the room. The conveyor on the left had a sleeping back on it. We moved out of the room, or rather I did, leaving the woman there to lock up or something and as I left the room I realised I was in some kind of theatre but without any seats, perhaps it was a school hall with heavy curtains concealing the stage. For some reason I thought it would be funny to hide from the woman behind the drapes, which I did, realising that I was barefooted for some reason and that my right foot was exposed. I quickly pulled it back and awaited the arrival of the woman.