Because it was snowing early this morning, I went back to bed. I should have known better because that's the time when dreams take over, such as this:
I was at B's house on a nice summer day. I should have detected change was in the air because Don was sitting in a different chair, the chair on the right near the front door. He was engaged in friendly conversation with a man who was introduced to me, but I didn't quite get the connection, a neighbor, I presumed.
B. asked if she could bring to my house some type of machine, thinking I could list it on eBay or such. I said ok, and she later came to my house with that unidentified piece, some sort of small wooden building, an armload of new-looking dresses on hangers, and 3 small yellow kittens and her dog. One dress was really pretty, with a yellow bell-shaped skirt and lacy top. It was Size Small. The kittens were tiny, buff-colored and playful. She said someone had brought them to her house and she thought maybe I could find homes for them. I told her that would be easy as many people were looking for kittens at this time. I asked if she was sure she wanted to leave her dog and she said yes; the neighborhood where she lived was being renovated in some way, and she couldn't keep him or the other stuff. She seemed okay with it. After she left, I noticed the dog was not to be found. My other family members had been in and out of the house and I thought he may have escaped through an open door and was trying to get back to his house. I notified B. who came to my house, and the dog appeared. All was well, and B. went back home.
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