I dreampt that Doris Day in her slightly scruffier later years made me a sandwich. Then she and I and several others went fly fishing off a cliff side. The sun was out, and Doris, who was in fine form, caught a salmon. Although it was sunny and breezy, I and a boy I didn't know, sang Singing in the Rain loudly and off-key.
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