There are strange dreams, and then there are strange dreams. The ones that I had last night were the latter.
I don't remember most of them, which is probably fortunate. I recall that part of it had to do with either owning or being a customer of a coin shop; I was trying to do something with a hoard of cash and coins, and at one point I was trying to convince someone that the shop ought to be renamed to Folded and Clinked, which was very important to me, though I don't recall why. Later, I was in a shadowy room, busily engaged in a vigorous act of cunnilingus with a woman that I didn't even know; it didn't last long, but it was seriously intense for all its brevity. And I had a really good meal at a pleasant if very busy Italian restaurant.
Oh, wait, that part wasn't a dream.
One of the things that they didn't mention in the writeup of this place is that there is a community fire station right next door. Fortunately, the siren has only gone off once. Unfortunately, we were outside when it did. So loud, it vibrated the fillings in my teeth.
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