Last night I dreamed I was planning a trip to Switzerland but everything was done at the last minute. (As is my usual way of doing things). I was flying out from NY and I was staying at a my friend Anthony's place in Brooklyn but his apartment oddly resembled a combination of the apartment I had in Louisville and my home in Virginia.
At any rate, I'm packing a really small suitcase literally 2 hours before my plane is supposed to leave. My mom and stepdad (who died back in May) came home to drive me to the airport. I kept telling my mom that I'm gonna be late but all she was worried about was me remembering to bring her back some Swiss chocolates. I tell her that I have to print my flight reservation but instead of doing that I end up getting on facebook to change my status and not even printing my reservation.
At this point, my mom is in the car honking the horn so I rush out with my suitcase and an armful of other junk. My mom tells me to catch the school bus and that it will take me to the airport. I get on the bus and the bus driver ends up being the head busdriver of the city and she has to stop and check on the kids and buses of every other driver in the district.
Then I found out that this bus driver also owns a distillery in South Carolina and she tells me that I can have all the bourbon I can drink for the plane if I just walk to South Carolina and get it. Well, in my dream, South Carolina is right around the corner and I go. Haha. There are a slew of workers in white coats and hairnets and I keep asking them where the finished product comes out and as everyone I talk to points me in the wrong direction...I WAKE UP!
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