I had a dream the other night wherein I was visiting a friend of a friend in Massachussetts. When my friend and I got there, we discovered that she wasn't at home and instead visited with her dad. On our way out, we ran into her in the front drive: Encaitare. As we were driving, we were suddenly in Vermont, much as dreams do go, and 'Cai was gone, but the phantom was there and I'm pretty sure that morm was the man behind the cash register.
I'm very worried about my subconscious...
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