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There was a picnic table. Around it sat Mithalwen, Lal, somebody, davem, Mac, Rikae, TGWBS. Nearby was Rune, and Volo was wandering around.
"Wow," I said, "Look! Volo cut his hair too!"
Volo stumbled along carrying an armful of wood as we inspected his Cate Blanchett-in-Indiana-Jones haircut.
"Oh, wow," I gasped, suddenly remembering, "Lal, I had a dream with you and davem and Jay in it!"
Lal asked what I dreamed about.
"In my dream," my dream self answered, "I told you and davem and Jay that I'd gone to Surrey."
"What did I say?" she asked, sipping her iced tea. I sat lazily, draped on my bench, my feet up with my back to the wall.
"You said, 'Why the [-] would ya do that?'" I laughed.
Mith, who was a good thirty years older than I've been imagining (sorry, my darling, it's not my fault...), laughed and said very primly, "Quite a good response, that."
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