Last night I dreamed I was at an apartment complex where a Nepali man and woman were getting married, but it was the marriage to his second wife. The first one was there, and I just stared at her and watched her, wondering how she must feel. There was a black spot put on their foreheads, instead of red tika. Just a black small one.
There was something about a freezer too. The bottom floors of the apartments were both apartments and long freezers like what you find in grocery stores in frozen food section, with the doors. Except they were big enough to walk through.
I know there was more and another line to the plot, and an adventure, but dreams are hard to remember when alarms wake you up, and Christmas vacation is most definitely over.
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