A dream remembered.

Dan Goldstein
's dream, March 31, 2011: Flying on a jet from... somewhere to Madison. But after arrival, it was obvious I was back in Florida. The palm trees were right there on the golf course I was strolling by. At one point I was in Tavernier, a small town just past Key Largo as you head SW from Miami to Key West. Anyway, the Overseas Hoighway expands from two lanes to four there, and I sought a safe place to cross the road. Oops, backtracking now... when I was in the 757 at cruising altitude, and even as the plane entered its descent, I felt only a mild sense of unease. But my subconscious conveniently omitted the rather unpleasant business of LANDING, which I dread. Once I was back on Terra Firma, I found lodgings. The house was an old Victorian, with a creek flowing right into its facade, maybe even through the building. This house was like many in my dreams: I needed to traverse the rooms of other people to get to my own room.
Outside, the creek leading to this solitary house was littered with plastic bottles. Next thing I know, I was sitting with a group of "Rainbow Gathering"-type "Hippies." I was telling them about where I stayed in Amsterdam two decades ago, ...and my favorite Dutch cafe. Suddenly, a cop car pulls up and we begin to scatter. The cop gets out and (very friendly, actually) starts to harass us about the joint we WEREN'T passing around. I mean, this was a DREAM, so I would have had a puff it it was available). Well, there was no basis for any arrest, so we were all free to go. Then I'm at some Japanese airport, on top of a terminal or other building. Someone else and I are trying to get a bus to SOMEWHERE.
The moral of this story? YOU CAN STILL GET AWAY SCOTT FREE, but ONLY IN YOUR DREAMS!!