I had the worst dream last week. Awful!
NN, CB and I lived across the street from an airport. It was afternoon, C was on the phone, I was hanging out, and N had gone to the airport. She came back to the house to grab a couple things, and C realized that she was going to be late too. She quickly hung up and yelled that she needed to run to the airport. I offered to help her carry stuff, but I didn't really know what was going on.
We walked into the terminal and C began to check in at a kiosk. I asked where she was going and she said, "Oh, we're going to the Radiohead concert." Hmm.... okay. Where exactly, I asked. "Oh, it's in Salamanca." Internally I was about ready to burst since I've been dying to go back to Spain, but I kept my cool, realizing that they probably paid a LOT of money for their ticket and I wouldn't have been able to go anyway, even if I'd been informed. So, how much, I asked. "It was only like 300 bucks."
I freaked out. I started screaming my head off right there in the terminal. How could they not have told me? Why didn't they tell me? Do they hate me? Do they know how important this would've been?! Hello, Spain! Hello, Radiohead!
I walked outside and saw Niki walking towards the airport to board the flight. I started running towards her, freaking out, screaming, head about to burst. Thankfully I woke up then, but I have never been so angry in my entire life. Majorly intense.
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