A dream...

...that I dreamnt last month:

The front neighbor from the first floor of the front house is out doing gardening, and I am out in that same yard while she works, and I am inside my cottage again, and I am thinking of asking her to weed the bush-beds besides my cottage, and I look up, and tall sunflowers with small blossoms are suddenly there outside my windows, transplanted among freshly-weeded bush-beds, and I go out into the yard, and large plants that she's been growing inside all winter are put in here and there on the lawn, and then we're standing by the backsteps that go up to the backdoor to the front house that leads to her first-floor apartment, and she is very angry about the mud there at the foot of the steps and how it's a mess and how nothing will grow there, and I raise the possibility, gingerly, that I gather pebbles from the alley and put them there in the dirt-patch that's the mud, and that will fill the space there and make it less messy, and she seems genuinely appreciative of my idea and my offer and affirms it, and then I'm back inside my cottage, and I hear from my bedroom the sound of someone like knocking on the glass door of a patio-door, and I walk into my bedroom and there's a large door there in the wall by where my bed was and it leads out onto a large flat cement-block porch with a straight simple roof but no railings and it all looks out across some fields and towards a distant house, and somehow I sense it's Kentucky, and a woman is there and she's the neighbor and she says that she walked over and that she's glad that she finally caught me at home since there's some nesting raccoons there that will cause me some problems and she wants to show them to me so that I know how bad the problem is...

 ...and then something wakes me up, and I come to too much to go back to sleep and slip into the same dream, to find out where the raccoons are and how bad the problem is.

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