Like most of the dreams I remember, it was about a big building. I'd rented a house with trillian_stars and whafford. It was made with rustic wood and was nicely lit by the sunlight. There was a lot of old artwork on the walls and I was excited to be able to take it down and put up art that we had rolled up, awaiting wall space. I was trying to read this incredibly well written short story (on a kindle or some type of device) but I kept getting distracted (Lady Brack the cat was there, wanting attention). At some point I climbed a narrow, outdoor spiral staircase to a roof deck but for some reason couldn't read it there, it was also distracting and I couldn't concentrate on the words, but I knew it was a great story -- so I came down from the roof, slowly, on a fireman's pole, which was right next to the spiral staircase, because we have those in my dream houses..... When I got to the bottom I realized that I was asleep and I wouldn't be able to read and remember the story while I was asleep, so I needed to wake up and read it in waking-life. So I stared at the kindle screen and started chanting the name of the story, so I wouldn't forget -- because I knew it was going to be a dangerous trip to consciousness and I might forget if I wasn't very careful -- chanting the name of the short story ... chanting the name of the short story ... chanting the name of the short story and then when I knew I had it I willed myself to wakeup -- I felt this weird wobbling sensation, like I was bubbling from one world to another, popped my eyes open and was amazed at how tired I was, but I knew I didn't have much time before I forgot, so I turned on my phone and googled the name of the short story:
"For Gerta, the Grammerfit Cat".
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