I don’t as a rule like stories that include dreams.
But I just woke up from the most vivid incredible freaky dream. And I had to write it down so I wouldn’t forget it. And as long as I am writing it down…. well, you know…. I’ve certainly created a blog out of a lot less.
Here’s a disclaimer before I start though. I am one of the luckiest people I know – in that I still have my adorable mother. I love her more than any other person in the world. (Sorry, hubby, but it’s true.) But I am narrating this dream verbatim. I’m not tempting fate or anything – just being a good and trustworthy reporter. IT’S A DREAM.
I am in the Hickory Stick Bookshop in Washington Depot, Connecticut. (which carries my book, by the way.)
Amongst the books, they are selling chaise lounges. (I know, I know… but…
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