Dreamt I was home in my parents' kitchen at the table with my sweetheart, we were in high school. We had an English quiz the next day covering three or four short stories, but for some reason I hadn't read them and did not even know what they were, neither did he. This was very unlike me and I was paging through my big blue paperback omnibus trying to figure out the stories. Finally discovered one was written by Brooke Shields so was trying to read it. It took place in an old house, and there was a girl.
