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The woman’s dream was already in motion when I arrived.
I was in a house. A quiet little ranch.
Felt like a different state. From the feelings in the air, maybe Maine or Massachusetts.
The house was decorated with garlands and Christmas lights.
The place smelled like ham and yams.
I was sitting in the middle of a living room. American football played on a fat television. Outside, a light dusting of snow fell through the air.
And then I heard laughter and Christmas music.
I stood, stretching.
From the looks of it, this dream was at least halfway over.
I held out my hands, attracting as much dream ether as I could. My whole body buzzed and thrummed with it.
What could I do?
I could have just sat on the couch and watched the game—purple uniforms, green uniforms; these weren't t
