Last night's dream was about a sudden, immediate draft. Like, they came to work and got us and everyone just went with it and we were all going to go get shot up in elsewhereistan. We were shortly in a line waiting to board a bus/plane/whatever. A tall, lean woman (who later turned out to be an MP) got behind be and slid her arms around me, whispering "I'm not wearing any hose". Missing only part of a beat, I said "Neither am I".
At that point I realized I should phone Laurie and tell her I was suddenly being shipped out to die.
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