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Professional help may be in order.
Last night I had a dream that I was sitting in my back yard, on my patio, drinking a beverage and smoking a cigarette. It was light out, but I could not tell if it was afternoon or morning or even evening. Just that it wasn't night.
All of my back yard renovations for which I have had need for a contractor (damn them!) were complete. The fence was up, the screen porch taken down, the landscaping all moved around.
Standing around the fence at regular intervals, but on the outside, leaning over the railing as if to talk to a neighbor, were several residents of FB land. PLF and Penske and Sidd and Wonk and Bilmore and Coltrane and Fringey and ABBA and I think that might have been everyone. And they were all talking, mostly to each other, but ocaissionally to me, as I sat on my porch.
I cannot remember what the conversation was about.
This was my dream. I am clearly insane.
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Always game for a little hand-to-hand chainsaw combat.
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