earl grey and trannies
One vignette had me looking out a window. Earl Grey, the grey feral who mooches, was looking in with vapor steaming from his mouth.
Another dream later in the morning involved an (mostly) empty, white Victorian-style house. B.J. was doing paperwork in an upstairs office. She kept talking about her husband, got up and exited stage right. I followed her but the door locked behind me and a thunderstorm was a-brewin', as old timers are wont to say. Spent most of my time hiding under eaves and hugging the house to avoid getting soaked by the rain. Eventually found shelter in a tiny, screened-in porch. No one returned.
Another dream later in the morning involved an (mostly) empty, white Victorian-style house. B.J. was doing paperwork in an upstairs office. She kept talking about her husband, got up and exited stage right. I followed her but the door locked behind me and a thunderstorm was a-brewin', as old timers are wont to say. Spent most of my time hiding under eaves and hugging the house to avoid getting soaked by the rain. Eventually found shelter in a tiny, screened-in porch. No one returned.