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Last night I dreamed that I worked in Denver and I had to fly there from Dallas. I arrived late at the airport and missed my flight, but I texted my boss and told her the plane was delayed and that's why I was going to be late. She texted me back links to things that would help me jump on another flight. For some reason these links were all http://www.npr.org over and over. I didn't know how NPR was going to get me on a plane, and I was also worried about getting caught in my lie since it's easy to find out when a plane actually took off.

I think I was late because I overslept actually. I was dressed horribly, wearing gray pants with a blue and brown shirt. That doesn't sound as bad as it was. It was all baggy, and I hate brown and gray together, unless it's done ironically of course. In my case I just got dressed really quickly in the dark.

The airport people told me the next flight wasn't till 2:50 and that I wasn't late at all, I could catch that flight easy. I was like, but I have to be at work at 8! But they kept telling me I wasn't late though, and they seemed confused so I looked at my ticket and found that I'd bought a 2:50 flight by accident, and not the 6 or 7 something that I thought. Curses! So I decided for some reason that it was only an hour drive anyway so I'd rent a car. Better to be at work an hour late than six hours late I always say.

Now my mother was with me in the dream. She passed away a few years ago in real life. Usually when I dream about her I realize at some point that it's just a dream, but not this time.

I asked her if she'd ever been to Denver. She said yeah, she's been all over the west and it's great, let's go! She wanted to come along for the ride and hang out there while I was working.

So I drove us to Denver in what I guess was a convertible UK automobile. I was sitting on the right driving and my mom was in the passenger seat on my left with her head back laughing and her hair flying around her face. I don't remember the last time I saw her so happy. It was sunny and nicely warm the whole way there. "Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God," Mr Kurt Vonnegut said, and this reminds me of that.

I'd forgotten all about this dream until my commute to work this morning. I was listening to some Bright Eyes to start my Monday off right (masochist) and the song Poison Oak came on which reminds me of my mom and the whole dream came back to me then.