Word Painting — I had a vivid dream last night that I met Ernest Hemingway. I had his "latest" book, was in a room with him and a few other people, and then he turned into a cat and roamed around the room to assess everyone. He then left the room. I never got his autograph and I woke feeling sad about it. How strange is that?

I had a vivid dream last night that I met Ernest Hemingway. I had his “latest” book, was in a room with him and a few other people, and then he turned into a cat and roamed around the room to assess everyone. He then left the room. I never got his autograph and I woke feeling sad about it. How strange is that?

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posted 09 August, 2012
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