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I know I posted last, and that I ought to allow for another member to add their profundity to the discourse before I write again, yet it IS the next day, and I DID have another dream.
Last night I dreamed that I was younger (this seems to happen often) and rather spry. I was again overseas, perhaps in London, and my wife was my girlfriend (in reality, she has never been to England) and we were kissing. It was clear we had to take the matter to the next level, but there were other people there. Somehow I lifted her (she was in a sitting position) in the palm of one hand, and carried her upstairs. She was wearing a bright red, almost crimson, lip colouring (the wife usually wears none of that since she is so pretty she doesn't need to paint herself), we kissed again and the alarum clock awakened me.
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