Last night, I dreamed I was married to Oliver Platt..... shouldn't that be enough? But no!
We were in some Muslim country....He was sitting in a heavy wooden chair ~ in stocks ~ against a wall, and being interrogated by a panel of Muslim women in burkas. The roof was open and there were other Muslim women looking over a wall. I was there, too...and they were interrogating ME and asking me to defend him.
Now. If You can figure THAT out, please feel free to share....
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