Early this morning, I dreamt that there was the old man standing on front porch of my house. When she rang the doorbell and I answered the door, she stuck her foot in the doorway to keep me from closing the door and then started demanding that I donate money to keep her from getting kicked out of her house.
“I’m sorry about your house,” I said, “but I don’t know you.”
“My name is Dorothy,” she replied, “Now you know me.”
And that’s when I woke up.