Last night I dreamt that Larry King died. As I watched the TV reportage about it in an airport(?) suddenly a beautiful woman approached me and said, "Michael?"
Immediately I recognized her as the girl I dated 17 years ago in high school. We hit it off very well as we talked about current events and laughed at each other's jokes. Suddenly, her head whirled around. She said, "Oh! Let me introduce you to my daughter and husband!"
I woke up less than one second later. It's as if my brain put the knife in me then my mind said, "Finished with THIS."
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