Avant garde, no?

Last night I dreamt that Cindy Pan was standing by my bed. She was tugging on my arm, because she wanted me to get something down from a high shelf.

I was about to get up when I suddenly became aware of the absurdity of the situation and realised that I was dreaming.

"Sorry babe, I only get up for the real thing," I explained out loud as I woke up.

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