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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