First it was a dream about being at a conference with my coworkers, only to find myself running through a shopping mall, trying to find my way out to get to the hotel again. Multiple floors and multiple hotels at different entrances. For some odd reason I left the hotel we were checking into with no purse, no ID, no money. I was afraid to ask for help for fear I’d be arrested.
Then there was the dream where Mom and Dad’s vehicles were still finding their way back to me, even though both were sold a while back. In the midst of all of that I met this nice older man, who I felt like I had seen him before but couldn’t place his name. Only to awake and find out it was Bill O’Reilly. Um, no thanks.
Crazy, crazy dreams.
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