Not much retention of my last night's dreaming. Just that I was on a roof of some frat type situation attempting to staple some kind of tent-like banting to a creaky roof structure. Why? I dunno.
I was getting the place fixed up for some kind of party. It seemed like the place was a decrepit, run down party house and I was in danger of either falling through the roof or falling off as I leaned out precariously over the eaves attempting to staple the tiny threads of my tent material to the rotten wood. Beer bottles were strewn about the place and people milled about in the yard in a kind of bored fashion.
My roof decorations seemed to be critical to getting the party underway and they appeared to be ineffective. I pressed on determinedly. I soon woke up and the party never really got started.
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