True story: I’ve been collecting vintage skeleton keys for a while now. Last night I was showing some of them to my husband, describing how I’m going to use them for necklaces and pendulums.
I put the keys down on my nightstand and we both went to sleep … until about 3 a.m. Suddenly, we were both awake.
“I was having the weirdest dream about those keys,” I said. “It was like the keys were alive, and I was walking down a long hallway, opening doors.”
He didn’t answer me at first, but when he did, I turned on the light and made him put the keys in our closet.
“Corrine,” he said, “I was having the same dream.”