Planes, trains, and bunnehs
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Probably one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a long time.
For some reason, I had to go downtown, and I decided I'd take our pet bunny with us on the Metra into the loop. Mrs. George was going to get downtown later, but she'd fly her Cessna and park it at Meigs Field (RIP) and walk to wherever we were going to meet.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a bunneh carrier so I kept unnamed rabbit on my lap for the ride downtown. Once we got there, I started walking north, along the lakefront when some heavy fog started to roll in. I was concerned that Mrs. George would be unable to land at Meigs because she's not IFR certified.
Nevertheless, the rabbit started to get heavy, and I decided I needed a carrier or something to put it in while I waited for Mrs. George's arrival. I walked into a department store, Marhsall Fields (RIP) and the lady behind the counter who was going to help me was my upstairs neighbor, Mary.
And then Boris jumped into the bed and woke me up....
ETA: Forgot to mention that, the fog was so heavy that I walked right past the Loop, and ended up walking about 2 miles north to Lincoln Park, so I had to turn around...
"Now look here, you Baltic gas passer... " - Mik, 6/14/08
The saying, "Lite is just one damn thing after another," is a gross understatement. The damn things overlap.
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It's a sign. You needz bunneh.
My dream was that Poots somehow coerced me to divulge trivial information about my job which he and I knew would allow him to destroy America, so I falsified the information and some really bad shit happened to Venezuela.
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Probably one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a long time.
For some reason, I had to go downtown, and I decided I'd take our pet bunny with us on the Metra into the loop. Mrs. George was going to get downtown later, but she'd fly her Cessna and park it at Meigs Field (RIP) and walk to wherever we were going to meet.
Unfortunately, I didn't have a bunneh carrier so I kept unnamed rabbit on my lap for the ride downtown. Once we got there, I started walking north, along the lakefront when some heavy fog started to roll in. I was concerned that Mrs. George would be unable to land at Meigs because she's not IFR certified.
Nevertheless, the rabbit started to get heavy, and I decided I needed a carrier or something to put it in while I waited for Mrs. George's arrival. I walked into a department store, Marhsall Fields (RIP) and the lady behind the counter who was going to help me was my upstairs neighbor, Mary.
And then Boris jumped into the bed and woke me up....
ETA: Forgot to mention that, the fog was so heavy that I walked right past the Loop, and ended up walking about 2 miles north to Lincoln Park, so I had to turn around...
@George-K Thats funny. And no matter how weird dreams are, in the moment, they seem very normal and nothing seems out of place.
