Dream. I dreamed that I had just finished spring-cleaining the house we’re in when we moved. Ugh. Well, it was a cool house, the kind of house with a floorplan that allows you to get lost the first time you’re in it. A wandering house. I was mad at everyone else (because I was just mad, I guess, now that I’m awake enough to think about it), and there was something about a Goddess hiding in the attic. Lots of stairs, a good kitchen, for some reason it reminded me of a house that my Uncle Johnny used to live in, but my uncle never lived in such a house.

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