This is waaaay late. I had this dream last week some time. There was a lot more to it than this, but these details stand out for me: At Grandma's house, Gordon and I had our trucks parked in front, right next to each other (mine L, his R). I needed to get something out of my cab, but I opened the door to Gordon's. It had to be the Right door because the trucks were parked so close they were touching. I crawled through his cab and right into mine (the intervening doors seemed to be missing). I sorted through a pile of tapes and CDs, scooped up a bunch, and started to back out.
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