I don’t remember enough about this dream to satisfy me, but I told it to people anyway and they acted like I had remembered plenty.
I had a dream that I visited this Mackinac Island-like island that Douglas Adams used to live on part of the year and do his writing. He came there when it was unspoiled wilderness, and built a log cabin in which he did his writing. It was one room, and it was shaped like a hexagon.
Nowadays, of course, the island was a big tourist hotspot. Not really for Douglas Adams’s writing shack, but just because the island was pretty cool. They built a gigantic hotel, and some other stuff. Douglas Adams’s shack was still there, and they gave tours of it.
The plot of the dream had something to do with historical accounts of Douglas Adams’s life on the island, when he was a doctor.