Thursday, January 27, 2011

The End of Dreaming

I actually had a dream this morning.  I was at some sort of gathering, and everyone was waiting to dance.  (There was nothing really stopping us from dancing, other than the people sort of milling about.)  I ran into Dean and Jane, who like to dance too.  And we waited. 
The woman next door woke me this morning with another one of her screaming marathons.  I overslept, so it was strangely a good thing.  I suspect if she hadn't woken me, the dream would probably have more details and make more sense, or at least make more sense in the way dreams sometimes do. 
I sometimes worry about this woman.  What could it possible be that she needs to scream so frequently about? 

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