Woken at multiple points last night by a fierce wind buffeting my windows and blowing cold air in through all the cracks that 100-year-old house can offer. I dreamt of many things, including: mysteries, large back yards, Greek computer engineers, and whether or not to deposit a large bag of religious texts on a park bench and then run away from it.
And you were there! And you! And you!
Perhaps vivid dreaming is the result of having a rug like this at the foot of your bed:
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