Lauren continued.  "And so then there was another one, though the two always ran together; I'm not sure which dream came first.   I guess this other remained equally theatrical, just this time in someplace cold.  Cold enough for a fire somewhere over in a stone hearth, across from a bed – a big bed with posts, posts big enough to dance on, spin around, rising way up high.   And since its cold, with the heat rising, this bed floats neatly beneath us, covered, warm, dark beneath, nude.  Completely naked, and then him again; his body my bed frame, his chest my pillow, same as before."  

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