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Good morning and Happy Happy Sunday folks!

I hope everyone is somewhere safe.

I woke up from a busy dream.

Lots of movement.

(Actually there were several dreams but I only remember the one I woke from.)

I was literally dragging baggage. 👝👜

Initially I had some sort of wheeled thing to drag my bags on. At some point it changed to me just dragging my bags. One was my real-life blue and black travel bag. The other two appeared to be purses but I can't say I've ever seen them in my purse collection.

So I was dragging these bags, walking up the road, leaving someone's home (I believe).

(Aside: I think this dream was brought on by a couple of things that happened this past week. More on that later.*)

I got to a neighborhood that was still under construction.

The street was very wide. It was also blocked in the direction I was headed so I had to walk on the sidewalk that consisted of mud and chips of lumber. On both sides, there were high walls made of the mud and lumber.

I became paranoid at one point, worried that the walls might fall in on me. (But only on the side I was walking on. The street really was wide.)

On the far side of the street, there seemed to be a few houses built into the mud and timber but I wasn't sure because they were shadowy and high up. I remember thinking I would never want a house like those. They looked eerie and dangerously perched.

I kept walking. Eventually I came to some finished homes. 🏠 They were made of dark bricks that looked like they were made of... mud and timber.

I kept walking and came to another blockage. The only way out was through.

Two blond-haired kids -- a young boy 👦 and a young girl 👧 -- came out of the house blocking the way. They showed me to a door and led me inside.

Inside was a big room with a low ceiling. I think we were in the basement of one of the houses. There were lots of adults in the room. They seemed to be busy but I didn't see them actually doing anything.

An African-American woman came over, smiling. We talked about how the kids had brought me, a stranger, in and how we hoped our own kids wouldn't do anything similar.

The kids beckoned, led me to an opening in the brick that led to outside. But we were still under the house so not fully outside.

The opening was rectangular-shaped and I managed to squeeze through but there seemed to be an inner and outer ring of brick surrounding the basement so I had to get beyond the second ring to actually be outside.

I came to a opening I couldn't get out of but the kids appeared and led me to an area eventually got me outside and to a gate where a blond woman  👩 (their mom?) waited for them in what I think was a parking lot.

They said goodbye to me and left with her.

I continued walking. (Why didn't I get a ride with these folks?)

I arrived at a (downtown?) hotel 🏨 that spanned two cylindrical (?) buildings joined on the second or third floor.

The outside/drive up area leading to check-in was covered on top but open on either side. The doorman (an older African-American gentleman) was closing the doors of a taxi that he'd just acquired for a group of men dressed in suits and ties.

I walked over to him and asked if he could get me an inexpensive taxi to the airport. ✈

He suggested I get the shuttle. 🚐  He called over a younger male hotel employee (also African-American) and told him to take me to So-and-So's office so I could get shuttle information.

The young man and I went up the steps into the hotel. En route to So-and-So's office, we stopped at the vending machine in the employee area.

There were lots of snacks. 🍩🍪🍫🍬 I specifically recall seeing a package of the small powdered donuts I love and gum.

We had a funny conversation about the gum (as I stuck a few packs in my purse) then continued on our way.

Whether or not I made it to the airport remains a mystery because that's when I woke up. 😞

🌸 🌸 🌸

*Stay tuned for the rest...