This one starts off at a familiar place. Scratch that, three familiar places merged into one of the same. Me and my husband were living with his dad at the time. His stepmother Jen (Rest her soul) was also in it. My grandmothers dog, a chocolate labrador retriever named Brandy was also in it. (Brandy passed away when I was like 12 or 13) A car passed by the yard and she goes after it, so I chase her down and bring her back into the yard. As I was coming up the steps of the deck, Jen was sweeping it, and told me to make sure I wipe my feet so I wouldn't track dirt. I grabbed the broom and swept off the little bit of dirt I tracked up there to help her out. Everyone goes into the house. Me and my husband have one of our many parties, as we always did when we lived with his dad. Everyone seemed very happy, and were possibly even intoxicated. Everyone was dancing and enjoying themselves.
....Then my phone rang and threw me out of my dream by waking me up.
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