Yesterday, the weather got cold.  I like cold weather because that makes snuggling in a blanket so much better.  After drinking a big warm bowl of fish soup my mom made, I took a nap.  When I woke up, I was surprised with the extent to which I remembered the dream.  While the earlier details have since faded, I remember the later parts.  

My friend Joe and I were coming back from San Francisco.  Interestingly, in real life, we are going to be going to Los Angeles later this month.  This might have influenced the dream.  At any rate, we were in the airport, meandering around.  We had no tickets, but were also in no hurry.  We stopped at some place along the way - what it was, exactly, I no longer remember.  Joe was really interested, but I decided to go on ahead, and told him to catch up to me later.  So, I went ahead and found a terminal.  I went through security, and looked around to see if Joe saw me.  He walked past the terminal, so I yelled his name.  He looked around, saw me, and came up to the terminal.  I then turned around to the lady manning the terminal, and asked her whether there was a flight to Dallas, and if so, how much two tickets would cost.  The lady was accompanied by another man, who was busily making entries into a computer.  She asked him to pull up the information.  As it turned out, the flight that was currently boarding was headed to Dallas.  She printed out two tickets for me and Joe, and told us it would be five dollars.  I was surprised and extremely grateful, so I asked her if I could get both their names and contact information, so that in the future, if they ever needed anything - a favor or whatnot, I would be happy to help.  She wrote both their names and email addresses on a slip of paper, both of which I could see being written, but can't make out what it said.  Joe went on ahead while I waited for the contact information.  Taking the slip of paper, I thanked them both again, and hurriedly went to board the plane.  Now, the part where it gets sort of strange: a man dressed up as a World War 2 Japanese soldier was taking people's tickets and letting them board.  He took my ticket and everything that was in my hands - which was a book, and then ignored me while he boarded other people.  After a while waiting, he turned back to me, and asked me some questions.  After I answered those questions, he told me to stand and wait.  The people standing around were looking at him incredulously, which made him feel awkward.  He quickly handed me the ticket, but kept the book.  I told him the book was mine.  He reluctantly handed it over.  I boarded the plane, which had segments, like a train.  Joe was sitting at the back, so I joined him.  Then I woke up.

As I lay there on the couch, I thought about the dream.  What's crazier than how crazy the dream was, was how I could think of such a crazy scenario, and for the whole thing to be so realistic.  As I thought about it, I wondered how I never suspected that things were very wrong - like the plane being segmented and the Japanese fellow boarding people.  Then, I remembered - the nice people who hooked me and Joe up with tickets - I'll probably never meet them again.  I wish I took a closer look at the piece of paper, just to see what I had conjured up for their names and email addresses.  Then, I might see if by chance, they were real people.  Wouldn't that be crazy - if they were.  I just dreamed of real people I never met in real life.  As it is, though... it was just a dream.

Last night, I tried to go find those people in sleepy land.  It didn't work.