I dreamed I saw blond Labrador puppies on a porch, in the sun. I went over to say hello but they had been brought inside the house. I walked in on a naked man, the owner. So sorry. I said, and turned away, embarrassed. Then I was at the Providence train station and I noticed the brick walls had moved an inch as the train came in. This is bad, I said. We should tell someone! The next day train came in and it was tragic scene of brick and granite falling and the train bridge collapsing. Bodies everywhere. People taking photos. I carried the skinny newspaper photographer in my arms, all the way back to Woonsocket.
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