I dreamed that a Bob Fosse dancer was dancing on my driveway last night. It was springtime and everything was very green. She worn a red sequin bowler and jazz shoes with spats. She was dancing next to my silver Subaru at the driver's side tire. She moved slow at first but was very controlled. She started dancing fast, but the faster she danced, the flatter my tire got. It didn't take her long at all to dance my tire flat.
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