i once had this really odd dream where me and some friends broke into an old people's home, for some reason. the old people's home was next door to me, for some reason [there isn't one anywhere near me that i know of in real life]. we didn't steal anything, as far as i can remember, we just went straight in and then out again.
we sneaked under the windowledges until they were all asleep in their armchairs, then we climbed in through the windows. creeping behind the armchairs, so as not to draw the attention of the cat sitting in front of the fire, we made it to the kitchen, which opened out onto a garden.
then disaster struck! a small child approached us and asked us why we were there. i have no idea why he was there, or why it was so important that he doesn't tell anyone we were there [for that matter, i have no idea what we were doing there in the first place], but it seemed to make sense at the time.
anyway, i eventually convinced the child that we were meant to be there, and that he shouldn't tell anyone, then we went out into the garden and climbed over the wall into my garden, where we were celebrating until i woke up.
weird, eh?
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