I dreamed I let David Chanh and his family stay in the fish hut at Grace and Bill's place in Lake Isabella. It was a little bit of a mess and had fallen into disrepair since Grace and Bill passed and left me responsible for it.
I spent quite a lot of the dream looking for an AC vent cover, you know those band-aid colored stamped metal grates that cover floor ducts. I kept finding ones that did not fit or were simply made for other purposes. Not having the right vent resulted in the AC not working properly, since the airflow was dictated by the back pressure created by the vent's restriction.
I thought to look in the garage where Bill used to park his El Camino. I knew the garage was locked and felt like it would be an impossible task, since I didn't know where they had stashed the keys. As soon as I had that thought, though, I found the keys in my hand.
I opened the garage and found that the the El Camino was gone. I believed it had been sold right after the funeral, though I wasn't sure as to the whos and whys of the matter. I looked around the garage, remembering that Bill had raised meal worms in a barrel of corn meal. I avoided looking for the barrel, since I didn't want to know what a barrel full of corn meal and meal worms would look like after many years.
David's family was settling in nicely in the fish hut. David had gone shopping, and there were some shopping bags he'd left outside the hut, which I thought to move inside, since it looked like it would start raining soon. David returned just as I was moving the last bag into the hut.
We continued looking for the correct AC vent cover but never did find the exact right one. We wound up settling for something that looked like a foot measuring device, like you'd see at a shoe store. It was made of the same flesh toned stamped metal and had the appropriate number of vent slits, so I guessed it would work. David had just been using a bit of carpet to cover the vent, so this was at least an improvement over that.
The song "Friends Will Be Friends" was playing continuously throughout the dream, so that is my earworm for the day. That's about it. Thanks for playing along.
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