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I dreamed last night that Doris Day was making a personal appearance at a local library. It was all senior citizens in the audience, seated in easy chairs.
She talked and walked around. She then sat on the arm of my chair, and began sinking into my seat! I let her have the seat.
She was giving away money, or recipes, from a recipe box. I wanted both, so I asked her if she had a good chicken recipe. She sang me a few bars of a song with lyrics about chicks.
I smiled and said I hoped she would make a new recording. She murmured something about that being possible.
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