DREAMS

Sep 28, 2006 10:33

I was canoing around Lake Independence, and I really wanted to visit Camp Ihduhopi, just to see the cabins we used to stay in during our high school retreats.

I was flying back to Minnesota during a storm. Except it wasn't by airplane. I could fly. But I needed a little push to get me going. Anyways, I ended up on the ground, and I couldn't get back up. Then these Russian or Slovakian or whatever guys stopped me, asking for directions. At first I thought they wanted to know when the Brewers hockey game was on (I know the Brewers don't play hockey; it's a dream, remember?); I didn't know, but I told them to go over to the amateur hockey rink to ask someone. Then I realized that they wanted to know how to get to Chicago. Oh, well, you just take this highway, I-94, east, and you'll get there. I asked where they were going in Chicago. They didn't know; they were visiting a friend, but didn't know his address.

Flying dreams are the best dreams. When I was flying, I met with a flying werewolf, but his flying abilities were inferior to mine, since he couldn't get above the clouds, so had to fly through the storm.
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