That’s one way to tell I’m getting old

I had a strange and surreal dream last night. Normally, I don’t remember dreams, but the alarm went off in the middle of this one.

I dreamed that I was lying face-down in bed, reading a section of the paper that Marion had just handed me. Apparently, the mattress was not an impediment to sight, my arms, or the newspaper. I was reading an article, illustrated with numerous photos, concerning people who had had copyrights violated or their DNA stolen, or both. A Japanese woman was next to me, explaining what had happened to a Japanese track team that was shown in one of the pictures.

When I was younger, if I had dreamed of being in bed with two women, we would not have been reading the newspaper.

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