I dreamt that Waylon was coming out here, but his family came out first. They were sleeping in the living room when he came in. I walked out and we got into an argument because I told him we were not getting back together.
I went to lay down in bed, and I got up to go get a glass of water. I walked out and his family, sleeping in the living room....they were all contorted, in strange positions. I thought they were dead, and I was afraid to move and was cowering on the floor afraid to move, but then someone's arm moved.
He got mad at me, screaming that I thought he was a bad man. He explained that they were "crazy sleepers."
The next morning, we had coffee, and watched a lot of Cosby episodes. That night, they were back in that same terrifying, horrifying contorted way.
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