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I had a dream last night that a friend was moving to Danville. She told me one night when a bunch of us were out, somewhere loud enough that she had to say it twice. She wanted a break from the hustle and bustle of around here. She’d have to rent something for a while between selling her house and actually getting out there, from a man named Gary who kept bees, and she’d applied for a job she didn’t want to jinx, but the interviews had been going really well. I wondered about the schools for her kids and whether the town was really a good fit. I said I’d been there recently. I’d stopped for gas and eaten lunch, which was fine. It was a town. I didn’t try to talk her out of it. Then I woke up from that dream. Later that day I saw her and she said she had something to tell me. She was moving to Danville. I remembered the dream from the night before and told her all of it, the rental and Gary and his bees and the job she didn’t want to jinx, and I’m pretty sure I said hustle and bustle. She said Gary didn’t keep bees anymore. I asked if the rest of it was true and how she’d gotten it into my dream. Before she could answer, that dream ended too, and I wondered if she’d figured out I was onto her and shut the whole thing down. Or maybe my alarm went off.