I arrived late to a party. The DJ was at the front of the room but instead of a dancefloor there was like theater seats and everyone sat down. My friends ignored me at first because I was late. Then when they stopped talking they told me the DJ knew I was going to be late. I looked on the door by the entrance and my name was there with the exact time I had arrived. In the entrance there was a little girl. She was climbing into a wheelchair. She looked fine and then when she sat down she had cerebral palsy.
The little girl and I got off a bus in a village where in reality I had lived as a child. Her caregiver was there and had a dog. We walked past a cottage and down a lane beside a church. At the bottom of the lane, by a cemetery there was a family playing with their own dog. They were all in pajamas and by their car was a hospital wheelchair. We let the dog play with the other family’s dog and let the little girl out of her chair to play with them. Then I told the caregiver I had to go so I could get up for work.
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