I had a strange stress dream about flying out to burning man on Monday.
It took me until mid dream to realize I wasn’t near my house close to the red line, I was near Ohare and my transit plans would have to change. So I called down to the front desk to get me a cab with plenty of time. In the dream I lived in this luxurious hotel/ church/ museum right by O’hare with apparently a bad front desk clerk that forgot to call me a cab.
In this dream I decided to stay behind an extra day and wander the complex. It ended up being where the Rob Zombie concert and haunted house is going to be held, where I had grammar school mass and had an choir bigger than any I’ve ever seen.
My favorite kind of hugs are the ones on beds of grass grabbing you by the neck and wrapping myself all around you, feet intertwined, lips about to touch.