Dream Story Time: The Pig Under The Floorboards

I was inside of my quaint little house, warmed by a big brick fireplace. I wore a beautiful, red kimono-style robe, flowing and soft against my skin. A longtime client named Linda came to visit. When I opened the door, I noticed the yard outside looked unkept. A broken-down, abandoned police car was rammed up against a tree — as if it had been sitting there for ages.