I dreamed I was being stalked by an obsessed nine-year-old who had an inappropriate crush on me. Everywhere I went this little rugrat would follow me. She somehow got into my hotel room, where she tried, in her wily little nine-year-old fashion, to put the moves on me.
It was like having an overexcited puppy trying to jump on your lap. I couldn't be too mad, but I had to teach her the finer points of etiquette by brushing her attempts aside.
Anyway, since the dream occurred earlier in the night, and I spent many more hours asleep, I don't recall much else. Just the facts, no embellishments.
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