Driving to a cute little farm house that is for sale in our price range. When Joe and I get there, there is a white unicorn tied to the fence post. There was a note describing the unicorn's past adventures and achievements, as well as his name, which was really fucking long and hard to remember. His life story was basically a really bad D&D story line / fantasy novel. I told Joe I didn't believe all this crap, so I called Dru (owner of LaMancha) to come and take the unicorn to the rescue. The rest of the dream was us bitching about how people are careless, just up and abandoning their majestic unicorns when they didn't feel like taking care of them anymore.
Never got to see the inside of the house.
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