A young woman comes down from upstairs and tells me there is a problem with the skylight, something about a curtain or a vase, so I go upstairs with her and I see there is indeed a problem - there is a big hole in the roof. I get all the way up and I see that half of the roof along with the upstairs ceiling has been torn off. There is no debris to speak of, it's just all gone.
Funny. My dreams are all about trying to get somewhere, and never managing to get there.
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