In my dream, it was 7:45 this morning, and my wife and I were still in bed when he arrived. Except it wasn't this house; we were on the second floor of a row house. I went downstairs to the living room to throw on my clothes, then opened the front door. Our friend was not there by himself; he had his family in the car with him. I went out to the van to invite them in, and another friend was in the car. I invited everyone in, and most of the family members were actually from the other friend's family rather than the one who was doing the work. Everyone walked into my row house, which was next door to my late great aunt's house on Hanover Street in Baltimore. Then my great aunt got out of the car and stopped to greet the people who had moved into her former house. I hugged her and told her how great it was to see her after so long, and she gave me a little bit of a hard time about not going to visit her. My wife and I were trying to get everyone fed breakfast before the power got turned out, except then we were replacing windows instead of doing electrical work. One of the adults (it might have been my wife) had a larger portion of the poached pears than one of the children thought she should have, and one of our choir members from our real life church (a deacon's wife) reassured her that it was okay, that's why they always cook such a large quantity.
Then I woke up.
In reality, the project went great.
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