So, Gordon Ramsey and I were hanging out and he took me to his house in Sarasota. As we entered the grounds, it looked vaguely familiar to me, and then more and more so as we approached the rear of the house. I asked him if the back yard featured a pool right at the center of a t-shaped sidewalk - or some other such nonsense that only makes sense in a dream. He said that it did, and looked surprised that I would know this.
"I knew this house looked familiar, my sister and I were looking at it and I was thinking of buying it," I exclaimed.
I recalled this dream after waking up, and suddenly remembered the entire story of this house. The previous owner, a crazy woman, lost the house. It was a mess inside when I looked at it and decided it needed too much work. It was on a huge waterfront lot and had ocean (or bay) on two sides. I remembered the sunken living room, the bar - all sorts of rooms. The pool was green when I saw it. But wait. When was I looking to buy a mansion in Sarasota? I used to live in Sarasota, but um - no mansions on a cop's salary.
Now I remember. I dreamed that too. A long time ago. Do we store away all our dreams too? How funny that dream Gordon Ramsey bought the house of my earlier dreams.
There are two types of people in this world: Those who can extrapolate from incomplete data.