Wide awake after a bizarro dream in which I was flying over ancient cities (Paris, Athens, Rome). As I was flying over ancient Rome I was desperately holding onto my meditation pillow in one hand and the hand-me-down My Brest Friend breastfeeding pilllow from Claudia in the other. And trying not to fall out of the sky while searching for the Vatican. I felt like all the buildings were models - not real and if I fell I'd get impaled on them. But I had to find the Vatican. Then I landed, and our tour guide (Tom from Top Chef) told me he had to go and we all had to find our way back.
I managed to end up in Toronto (?) where I I left my shoes at a subway station. First I went to the Gluten-Free Girl's house to find them, but they weren't there and everyone in their house was asleep. Then I was back to the airport with my mom, who was working as a secret agent for the TSA and her job was to flush out people by being friendly with them. So she was chatting with some lady who was also on oxygen.
Then I was going back and forth between the station and my mom's house trying to find my shoes. Everyone who rode the subway was supposed to take their shoes off, so the place above the escalator had tons of shoes, but not mine. But then I looked down and there were my fantastic pink and brown Pumas (that I haven't worn since month 5) on my feet!
and uh, it just occured to me that the reason I couldn't find the Vatican in ancient Rome is that it wasn't there. Silly subconscious mind...
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