Completely unnecessary bad dream

It's still like 5 weeks or so until HLDU5, but apparently I'm stressed about it.

Woke up at 5:30am from a long and unpleasant dream (not a bad one, since I wasn't being attacked or anything), where by many things happened and then all of a sudden I was out at the airport for the flight to Brisbane (not that it really looked like an airport, apart from the long queues). In dreamland, it was 11:30am, my flight was at midday, calemiri was waiting for me at the boarding lounge, and I hadn't even checked my luggage yet. Ah yes, my luggage. Which turned out to be a half-empty sports bag lacking con-going essentials like a camera or specific clothes I wanted. I realise there's no point going up without this stuff (I think there was also missing tapes for the vidshows), so I got them to annouce a message to Kirstie, and I decided to buy a ticket on the spot (which oddly, wasn't nearly as expensive as a fullprice economy would be), and go home and pack. Mind you, I was going to miss the Thursday afternoon party, and had the cost of a ticket plu taxi back home and then back to the airport...and this was stuff I was thinking about in the dream. There was actually a lot more worry and nerves and anxiety than I'm conveying here. Suffice to say, I was glad to wake up.

When I got back to sleep, my dream seem to be centred around parking cars on Shirley Road, and walking home down this road. Including my sister and I being menaced by a large dog. Whatever, subconscious.

I want dreams like ukcalico's dreams. Nice things happen to me in her dreams apparently :)

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