12:13 AM - dreaming without destination

This will be a short one, since I barely remember the dream I had, kind of as an afterthought. I remember, I was in an air port; a very small air port. Maybe about the size of your favorite fast food joint. Yeah, tiny. I was with a random collection of people who I could only group together as being family members. I remember there was some confusion about what our destination was, and we were already in line to purchase our tickets. I asked my cousin, Holley, where we were going. She said, Las Vegas, because another random person I know had gone there and gotten married, and we had to go there and rescue her. This didn't seem like a major point of the dream though. I asked my mom if we were going to Vegas, and she looked confused to the point of bewilderment. She said she wanted to go to the Carribbean. By the time I got to the front desk, I told the girl working there I wanted a ticket to Vegas. I began to panic when I realized that everybody was getting on different flights. The next thing I know, I'm in a city I've never been to before, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing or where I'm going. I was, as the Dutch would say, verloren. Or, as the French would say, le fuçked. The next thing I know, the effing phone woke me up, as it so frequently tends to do when I get to sleep in.

In other news, I'm still slowly recovering from what I can only guess was an onset of the flu. The worst is behind me, though. Yay for being gross!