Last night I dreamt that I lived in a neighborhood of white picket fences and large photo-shopped trees. I drove my little car into my driveway as my wife was backing our “soccer mom” four-wheel-drive out and leaving. We had a son in the dream.
I parked my car (as it morphed into a pillow) right next to the huggable tree and took note of all the neighbors’ windows. I positioned myself “just so” behind trees (I don’t recall what a Sycamore looks like but those trees wanted to be called Sycamores). I lay down on my now fluffy pillow in the one spot no one could see me from their windows (nosey people). It was so comfortable I felt I could sleep and be rested for months – making up for all the sleep I’ve lost lately.
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