It was one of those elaborate dreams that seems to stay with you all night long. We were crammed into a compartment listening to our children's piano recital and, lo and behold, we found ourselves next to the family of an old flame. Why, of course, his teenagers who live an hour away shared the same music teacher as my elementary school children. Fuzzy transition and I'm walking along with his wife, visiting and complimenting her on her beautiful and sweet kids while our husbands run ahead and dress up in silly costumes like a hotdog and a photo booth. Still, all I can think of is how wonderfully talented are their children....
(there's also a plane crash and a sort of apocalypse, but my subconscious digresses...)
Interpret THAT!
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