Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I had a weird dream last night. It was pretty easy to figure out the meaning of it but it was strange none the less.
I am at Disney in Florida. It is early in the day. I'm getting ready to run a marathon. I can't find things I packed. No shoes. No Carmex.
My dad is there. He and someone else that I don't know are supposed to take me to the starting line by 1:30. It is like 1:00 and they can't get the tractor started. It is an hour drive to get there. I am all upset that I depended on them to get me there and just before I need to leave they are trying to fix the tractor.
I am yelling at them to get me a cab. They tell me that everyone else is trying to get to the race so there are no cabs.
My alarm goes off and I never made it to the race.
I wonder if this has to do with the fact I have already started to pack for Vegas.