Woke up this morning from a dream crammed with images and noises of being (and enjoying) a teeming, loud and crowded city, a high speed rattle-y water-taxi/train/bus ride with European sirens going and having to hang on for dear life.
I lost my contacts case (one I haven't seen in years) as it rolled off a table and onto the deck. An Asian woman was helping me find it.
I was heading toward adventure in a big city.
The thought, "I'm having a dream" when I saw my dog, dressed in a poodle suit, trampolining on my husband's bed only to wake up from THAT and realize Everything had been a dream.
And I only ate a tuna-cheese sandwich for dinner.