In this dream, the Bride, her mother and I were going to the D_____ International Airport to pick up the Bride's high school chum Cassie, who was coming to visit (I've not met Cassie - but, Cassie, if you're reading this - leave a comment! Or better, send money!). There was an old-skool Tom Ridge-y TERROR ALERT in the dream, focussed on Milwaukee (?) and the Houses of Parliament. When we got to the airport, the D____ airport had been added to the list! Oh, noes. THEN, while we waited, I ordered a Sprite, which came in a styrofoam cup like one gets at Chik-Fil-A, but the cup rattled when moved in a may which seemed to betray more than just ice. Further inspection revealed there was a FUCKING SYRINGE in it!
This dream proves two things: 1. D_____ is a sewer and 2.) not everyone as it as easy as you do - particularly Dream Me.
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