Stan and I were at an airport and we were either picking up Stan's mom or she was there to pick us up, however I was asking questions that implied that I hadn't taken a flight. The weather was bad and I was saying i didn't want to fly through a snowstorm. Then I had to use the bathroom, but all the stalls could be seen into. Instead of having a large metal door, the door was composed of metal strips, some of which were falling off and askew, so people could see in. I went into a stall anyway, sat down, but didn't pull my pants down because people kept looking in. One of the people who came up to my stall to look in was someone I knew in jr/sr. high school, *e*b*e H*f*e*b*r. I decided to pick my nose while looking her right in the eye, and that got rid of her. Funny that looking at someone sitting on a toilet isn't enough to move on, but bring out the old nose pick, and that'll do the magic. Later the dream progressed to watching kids chasing dogs chasing cats, but that was interrupted by a very weird IRL phone call to our hotel room at 6:15 in the AM.

Labels: Dreams, Route-66-Part2