Woken up by a car alarm outside our house — it wasn’t our car, although that was the first thing we both thought, immediately followed (by me, at least) by isn’t our car alarm more obnoxiously loud? — and the dream I was having before then is already fading. It was something about having to attend a comic convention for work, but having to commute for that convention, for some reason. I can remember coming home to discover my family was visiting, and being surprised that they’d decided to buy food for dinner and also redecorate our house. I’m sure that says something about my relationships to both work and family, but because I’m still quasi-asleep and because I didn’t get to see the dream through to the end, I’m not going to draw any conclusions. For all I know, my subconsciousness had worked out a hell of a last-minute reveal that’d turn the whole thing around.
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