I dreamt that Kresten and I wound up back at my
house after deciding not to go to the Strip Club. Kresten had a habit of
talking very loudly. It was late, but my father was still awake. The light was
on in the Computer Room. I tried to tell Kresten to keep his voice down. He was
rambunctuously talking about what would have happened had we ended up going. My
father overheard. I later got the impression that he* was telling my mother
about this, jocularly, as I headed upstairs to my room. They were either in the
kitchen or the living-room, in the dark.
*My father.
dm.A.A.
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