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one time i had a dream that the fiancée of my cousin harold, mathilde, came for a visit from across the sea foam.

it was wonderful having her at our place. she decided to redecorate in a fully celestial manner after bubbles ruined the place with his modernist interior designers. she opened up all of the windows and repainted the walls bright colors. she filled the house with the scent of lemon, fresh grass, and cinnamon. she set up bowls and vases with flowers and fruits around the house.

after mathilde finished the redecorating she decided to look at the books of the mustardary. she identified a number mistakes in my addition and subtraction. then she made the decision to hire a separate accountant on a part time basis to handle my accounts. she also told me about several other investments i should make. i called the banks and followed her advice immediately. we made an investment in oil paint, as well, for good luck. the whole time she made little jokes and kept us amused.

in the course of her conversation she told us that her brother the abbot arnoulf was still at his monastery. her other brother, gerald, who is a fashion designer, was vacationing in the south of france. i asked about her cousin emma who had stayed with us during the summer. she said that emma had gone to berlin or st. petersburgh (mathilde couldn't remember which) to work on a documentary for french television. she wasn't actually filming. instead she was taken along as consultant doing research for another filmmaker. emma liked collaborative efforts and group projects, mathilde said.

bubbles asked mathilde if she still had her hot sports car. she said that she gave it up because it didn't handle well in the rain. mathilde told us she had a more graceful car. bubbles said that she herself was like a flash of bright color and brilliant wind.

on the downside, she brought her pet cat - who was a bit of a snob.