Earful Tower listeners, I'm going to be honest with you right from the beginning. This is an episode unlike any I've ever done before. It's totally different. I'm still pinching myself because I can't quite believe that it happened, but I need to rewind before I even get into the story. Now, recently I had a really weird dream. Who am I, by the way? Oliver G., the host of the Earful Tile podcast,

usually talking to people in the present-day Paris.

Yeah, that's a clue about what's to come.

Anyway, I'm having a dream the other night, a lockdown dream,

a strange sort of dream, thinking of characters from Paris's past, and randomly I found myself talking

to Ernest Hemingway, a young Ernest Hemingway at that, and I kept trying to ask questions

to him.

I wanted to know all about Paris in the 1920s, and he kept saying, if you want to talk to me,

just call me.

And I said, Ernest, I can't just call you.

I'm from the future.

He said, what's your name again, boy?

I said, it's Oliver, Ernest, and I think I'm older than you.

He said, listen, if you want to call me, call me.

Here's the number.

I'll be at the Ritz.

And then he repeated a strange series of digits. Lots of the usual numbers, but strange like hashtags and stars thrown in there.

And I just kept repeating it after him, repeating it after it.

And then I woke up in the morning, and the first thing I did is I grab a pen and paper, and I wrote it down.

And I looked at the number unlike any I'd seen before, and I thought, well, that's obviously a loaded

nonsense. I talked to my wife and she said, why don't you call it and see what happens? And I said,

Lena, I can't call a random number like that. Nothing's going to happen. And she said, who knows

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