So, my other dream was so interesting, it deserved it's own post.
In this dream, I took a trip I've been dying to take for a while now. I've been wanting to take a trip to England and visit my friend Jo.
I remember some of going through the airport and taking the flight over to England.
All I really remember was getting to England and meeting Jo. She took me back to her house and introduced me to the kids she takes care of. Yes, that was plural. In the dream, she took care of 3 kids where in reality it's just one. The oldest must have been 12 or 13. The younger ones were a boy and a girl at 5 and 6 (or there abouts). I met the youngest first and they did nothing but stare at me. I reasoned that it was because of my accent. Then the oldest girl came out and started talking about trying on clothes.
Then it sort of skipped around. I was suddenly deciding what I was going to do about going home. I realized I didn't have a passport and decided a spontaneous trip anywhere wasn't a good idea. Then I began to wonder how I'd gotten to England without a passport.
That was sort of where it ended. I think. Not really sure since my memory of it gets foggy from there.
1 comment:
haha, that is such a cute dream, but i also don't get how you'd enter the country without a passport! hope we had fun too, not just worrying.
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