So there Bossy was, in a mansion at night, and there was a party going on:
Bossy descended a lonely staircase into the depths of the house where there appeared an empty storage room:
At the entrance to the storage room, there was a small window — and it was through this window Bossy heard the sound of a low-flying plane:
As the plane flew over the house, the engine cut for a minute and Bossy held her breath, but then the plane continued on its course, where course equals it crashed a moment later on the sprawling front lawn:
So Bossy ran up the stairs and threw open the front door so she could get a better look, except when she stepped outside to see, she turned to her right and there was a huge outdoor tent set up and Bossy thought to herself, “Ah. The wedding has begun.”
Cue: you. Tell Bossy all about a recent dream, if you want. And Bossy promises it won’t even get on her nerves.