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Quite the convention last night, kids.
An invitation to a graduation party. (But wait... I know him... he graduates the same time I do, and I'm not quite there yet! Not like it matters...)
And I'm well aware that this particular friend of mine (in my dream, though certainly not in reality) is a member of The Barrowdowns! Crazy.
And the day of the party arrives.
And I'm there, for some reason hanging out outside my car instead of going in. Maybe it's because I'm early.
And JennyHallu joins me, exclaiming and being generally lovable (and pointing out that there was something stuck between my teeth).
And she points to the group I haven't joined, but have been watching.
Rikae and Mac, and I see Mithalwen with a bottle of wine, and a few people are toting children, and Lal might even be there, though I don't think Dave is. And TGWBS, and Keeper of Dol Goldur who completely doesn't count as a Barrowdowner when I dream about him, otherwise I'd be posting a rather lot more. Nogrod may have been floating around, and if he was, Lommy was certainly there.
And my parents, and like half of my extended family, and a load of people from school, but they don't really count.
And so we all eventually ended up in the house. And I have reason to believe there were people ice skating indoors. And, from a location kneeling on the immaculately white sofa, we looked out the West Window (I know because somebody said "And now, if you'll all convene at the West Window...") and watched the sun rise over a mountain. It happened with great haste, and was very white.
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