The only thing that stuck with me from yesterday's dream was an image of my Aunt Carol cleaning the bricks outside my back door. They are very dirty and covered with moss and weeds in real life, but she had been out there with a bucket of bleach and had them five shades lighter and shining immaculately.
I thanked her for it and she was like, "No, problem, Drew." And that was that.
If you know my Aunt Carol, then you realize how monumentally incongruous such an image of her is. She has been known to just move rather than deal with cleaning up her house. She has been known, actually, to pay space rent on multiple dwellings to avoid dealing with the tasks required to actually move, such as sorting through the myriad of hoarded items and clearing them out. So to see her complete a task, getting down to the bare surface of some dirty bricks, rather than just leaving them as is, well, it was a lesson to me.
And something about a raccoon on my deck, who followed me into the yard and began playing with me like a dog.
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