I was in a neighborhood somewhat like Harlequin Lane in Severna Park, MD. It was a neighborhood of large and fancy houses. I was walking around it a bit, and I think I was going through people's yards or something. This neighborhood was in another dream that I can think of right now, but I'm pretty sure that I wrote down.
Anyway, I eventually wound up back at Paul's and Marilyn's (my in-laws) house, but it wasn't quite theirs. It belonged to "my family", but I can't really place any of the people. There was A mom and A dad, and something about A brother, sister, or both. It was also a little bit like the neighborhood that Mike (former boss from Papa John's) lived in at Savannah Georgia on Vickery Lane. I think the house was even more like his than it was anyone else's.
While walking around through the neighborhood, I came across this girl that I knew. She had dark hair that was a little shorter than shoulder length, and it was brushed back and let fall naturally. She seemed very perturbed, and nothing seemed to kick her out of the mood. I think she was supposed to be the girlfriend of a brother or friend, but I'm unsure who it was.
We went into the house, and my family was in there and we spoke with them briefly. I think they left the room, and I was left in the front sitting room with the girl. She was still very quiet, seeming somewhat angry, but I couldn't place what in the world was wrong with her. I think I somehow figured out that she was a robot, and that her anger stemmed from the very fact that she was one. I realized that I needed to tell someone, but I knew that something terrible would happen if I did that. I'm not sure what that "something terrible" was, but I knew that no matter what, I couldn't let her find out that I had told anyone. I couldn't seem to get out of her presence, though, to let anyone in on it.
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