The Long Dream

Befriending French Canadian flight attendant with an American accent. We chatted about how thin the blankets are on the plane, especially with the plane so cool on the inside. Courtney from a forum I belong to, adding her on Facebook to find her last name began with a "B" and she looked like a black haired twin of another person I know. I also in my dream helped a SUNY Potsdam professor with some psychology thing. And the house in Ferndale, which was almost totally renovated with new windows and the works, right down the hill from a church that was totally renovated as well. Another involved this girl I like, whose name I'm not telling. and we went for a drive and cuddled a little bit. What was supposed to be Stowell Hall looked more like Maxcy from the inside, When the 747 landed, it was in Gdansk, Poland or some Polish city, except it looked more like an Americanized version of Hong Kong, and I was trying to befriend the pilots with aviation jabber, but with no success. And there was this girl's mom who was following me in a full-size Dodge Ram Van, with the girl's younger brother in tow.

That's the dream I had one night. It was nice though.