Traveling Dream

Very strange dream where I was taken to another city by some women I didn’t know.

I don’t know what it was for…some work convention? Too absurd. They were all drinking and they wanted me to drink, but I didn’t want to. I felt very lost. I remember waking up and thinking it was a stupid dream, but then when I went back to sleep, I started to redream it. This time, I remember being in a scary motel room and I had flung a bowl of couscous against the wall (in the previous dream) and this time it was getting hard and gross. I remember looking out of the motel room, which looked out high over the city. This looked like a very big city, but I didn’t know where I was. I was close to a train station and thought about taking the train home.

Dream would’ve been better if Stan was there with me, and the drunken females were gone.

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Painter, jewelry-maker, graphic designer, dingbat font creator, imagineer, progressive, liberal, Wisconsinite by birth and later by choice, dog and cat mom, sushi-lover and foodie.

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