Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sorry Charlie

A dream about flying to Hawaii with Mary, Brian and two others.  We were sitting around a campfire weaving our stories together, laughing.
Then we're in the airport looking for the boarding area.  At the boarding desk, I discover I've lost my carryon bag, but am still toting a purse with my ticket.  I've forgotten where we're going, and who we're going to visit, so I don't know if I'll be able to borrow clothes or not.  No matter how hard I try I cannot remember.  Oh no!
Mirror mirror on the wall, I am NOT my mother after all.
Sorry, Charlie.

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