Oh yah,

My other dream involved eating in a restaurant. Grete, Candice and I got to this prestigious upper level of what kinda looked like a double decker bus. The odd thing about this restaurant, was that it took an incredible amount of squeezing through narrow passages to get there. Like I was crawling through the cabin of a plane, the part where you put your luggage. There were politicians campaigning. It was going to take a while before our food was ready. I seemed to be the only one concerned about being late for work.

I saw my dad from the outside balcony of this restaurant in the baseball field across the street. More forested plains on the road beyond, where I knew work was.

~ by Christine on July 5, 2007.