I had a dream last night that I was in Spokane with a group of people from my high school and it was that vaguely awful kind of awkward of spending time with people that you aren’t really friends with.
I spend a good deal of time searching through my backpack for my plane ticket. When I found it, I realized that my flight wasn’t leaving from Spokane.
It was leaving from Walla Walla and I did not have a car and I did not have enough time to get there before the plane took off, to say nothing of getting through security.
Still, I had to try. This flight is the only plan I’ve got. There is no backup, no plan B.
I could only take what I had with me, that I could carry and fit with me. I ended up ditching 3/4 of my stuff and sticking my thumb out on the side of the highway. A friendly, heavyset man with a half-moon mustache picked me up. He was willing to drive me straight to the airport, after he heard my story.
We got on the road and I woke up. It was highly disconcerting.