"We had a strong windstorm last night. Uprooted trees around the neighborhood. The metal trash cans behind my place were down by the newspaper office."
That would explain it. I did think I heard the wind blowing. And I could've sleptwalked into the living room. But something made me think it wasn't a dream. Nothing I could put my finger on. Just something.
"One more night in that house, Mo. And if I have another dream like that I'll spend the rest of my time writing the script at the motel."
"I wish you woud just do that now, Teddy."