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August 18, 2012
I dreamt of air conditioning last night. My wife and I were looking for a place to live, at least temporarily, and a house was available several miles inland. We hated the idea, but the owner would throw in an air conditioner. He said it would cool the whole house. I didnít believe him and the place was in godforsaken El Cajon, but the idea of air conditioning possessed a surreal power of persuasion. I imagined the luxury of sweat-free sleep. Then the dream descended into nightmare as a leaking, rusted window unit forged my signature on the rental agreement.