I had a strange dream the other night where I was out in the old Wild West riding in a stagecoach. You know the kind I mean, with the driver perched precariously in front and they always used to belong to Wells Fargo in the old Western movies.
Suddenly, a man riding a horse pulled up to the left side of the stagecoach and at the same time a riderless horse pulled up on the right hand side.
To my surprise (but not enough of a surprise to wake me up) the man leaned down on his horse, pulled open the door and jumped off his horse into the stagecoach.
Then, I got an even bigger surprise when he opened the door on the other side of the stagecoach and jumped onto the other horse.
Just before he rode off, I yelled out to him (in my dream), “What was all that about?”
He replied, “Nothing really. It’s just a stage I’m going through”.
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