Parking

My dreams have been violent, detailed, sharp, easy to remember,
distinctively different.
I dreamt I was entering a parking garage to let Vadim Khayms drive his truck into the garage. It wasn't open yet, too early in the morning, and when the door did start to open it was so big it scared me and I only nearly missed being clobbered by it. Then I went down the ramp to see what was keeping Vadim and he was falling out of the truck all bloody and hacked up.
I dreamt that the huge house we lived in had been entered and all of
our things thrown upon the lawn, and no one else seemed to care.
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