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Last night's dream threadicle

chris_is_cool [Edit] [Delete] 10:20, 29 January '10

I woke up around 9 this morning to make a few phonecalls (still in bed now though) and I interrupted a reall wierd dream.

There are a few key points which can be used for interpretation I'm sure.

I got a phonecall from one of my American friends in California and asked me to go over, because she needed to talk to me as she'd split up with her fiancé.

I got to USA and realise when i'm in the airport that my passport has expired (this is actually the case IRL)so i speak to my friend and her father and comfort her, but the main objective now is to get home before anyone finds out and my parents realise i've spent loads of money on planes.

So a guy who works for the airport comes sliding down a ramp on green goo and he's about 8 feet tall and he is filling in a pink form for me so i can get back into the UK.

The airport is really busy, people buzzing everywhere and all of a sudden this woman I was seeing a couple of months back walks past, but I don't see her face, instead her back is turned to me.

I mean, maybe the airport comes from the fact I was at Heathrow airport at about 1am this morning, but everything else is wiiiierd.


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