On the night of August 12, 2002, I dreamed about Grandma’s house that was just around the corner from the brewery. I was discussing the house’s history with a woman I didn’t know. After the visit to the old house, my husband came to the restaurant where I was having a meal at to tell me that I would be served with divorce papers. I have no idea what the old house and divorce papers have in common, but I have never been served with divorce papers. Go figure!
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