Last night I dreamt that I was one of a group of people preparing a large old house to be a Colonial-era showhouse. People in costume started coming to be interpreters as we were finishing setting up and there were people waiting at the gates to get in. I was leaving the house when a refrigerator fell from the second-story window. I thought to myself that something was wrong, so I woke up to find that the roofers had started on our building's roof. Poor Shiva was under the bed. When I got out to the living room, I found they'd used one of my porch pillars to hold the end of the warning tape and I laughed when I saw printed on the tape was "Noticias."
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Neuro Stuff and Dream
Last night I dreamt that I was one of a group of people preparing a large old house to be a Colonial-era showhouse. People in costume started coming to be interpreters as we were finishing setting up and there were people waiting at the gates to get in. I was leaving the house when a refrigerator fell from the second-story window. I thought to myself that something was wrong, so I woke up to find that the roofers had started on our building's roof. Poor Shiva was under the bed. When I got out to the living room, I found they'd used one of my porch pillars to hold the end of the warning tape and I laughed when I saw printed on the tape was "Noticias."
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