Today I dreamed that there was a secret room in the flea market where a chubby bald woman was working with a sewing machine and a skinny guy in all black with long hair. There was a patio outside and an area that looked like an old train yard except everything was made of wood and no longer in use. I told the woman sewing that they should do a haunted house for Halloween and have a ghost train but neither her nor her skinny boyfriend seemed too keen on the idea, which is normal. No one in my waking life is into anything cool like that but me. That's all I remember.
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