Dreamed that anothermasque, darkitysnark, and I paid a visit to ontheborderland. She welcomed us into her home, which was more like an antiques gallery. We gingerly took our seats on these polished teakwood benches, which look very expensive. I was worried I would scuff them up with my butt. We shared all sorts of delightful conversation, and laughed and spoke at length about all manner of things, but I grew quiet when I noticed a particular piece of art on the wall, and how one of our party bared a striking resemblance to the woman in that paining. I got up to examine it closer, but when I turned around, my companions were gone.