I landed at the airport. I thought I was in Paris at first and then I was trying to cross a busy street with alot of trucks and cars. All of a sudden, the cars were gone so I crossed the street and walked through pine trees that touched my face, to a bar where a guy was smoking and I didn’t like that, so I left the bar and I think I heard Karen Carpenter singing, “I’m So Glad I Live In Canada.” And then I woke up, realizing that she died along time ago, and maybe this was a hint that I should move to Canada, because the US will get hotter from climate change.
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My cousin is in Greece so in order to travel for free, I dreamed that I went to England again and I was on a bus going to my Airbnb and I was complaining about my friend that she’s a hypochondriac, who’s sick all the time and how tired I am of her,to the masked bus driver of the double decker bus. He listened unwillingly and rolled his eyes. I asked him to drop me off in Point Loma, the town where I live and he said he wasn’t going back there and then I woke up. Then I went to see the movie “Fast 9” which showed a similar scene in England. Fun!