A Plane Dream.

planeI dreamt the dogs and I were travelling by plane. They were in coach for the first leg of the flight, but had to go in the hold when we changed planes. One dog emerged from the plane just fine. But the other one became one with her travel crate. A very excited travel crate, which started scurrying around the airport. In conclusion: Dreams are weird.

That dream was also a weird combination of a whole three(!) recurring dreams all rolled into one, including those old favourites: having to do A-Levels again (and me going, BUT I HAVE TWO DEGREES, THIS IS POINTLESS), queuing for a flight to the US (I’ve never been???).


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