I am at Realtor MiMi’s party. She is famous for her martinis. I talk with an old guy about his new place on Gold Dust Avenue, downtown. Some women approach and ask me to go out into the back yard and kill a black widow. Outside, in bare feet, I am swarmed by centipedes.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #308: I Get To Drink A Dream Martini, Then I Have To Deal With Bugs.
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