Traveling with a group of people. Time to go home and they get ahead of me in line. I have to catch up to them because I don't even know what airline we are going home on. I am afraid people will think I'm taking cuts but then I realize a lot of people are standing off on the side of the line talking so no one will think I'm taking cuts. When I catch up to everyone and we are nearing the point of boarding the plane, I realize I have nothing with me. No ticket. No driver's license. Someone in my group says not to tell them I lost it but to say I never had ID. I am worried I won't think of all the answers to all their questions if I lie about that. I go up to the counter and the agent is a sympathetic black woman. I burst into tears and tell her that when I was in England someone stole my purse with all my money and ID. She tells me not to worry; that is why they digitalize everything. I am trying to remember my driver's license number but can only think of the first three digits for sure, just like in real life. I sorta think I know some of the other digits. She needs to know what flight number and airline. I ask Dwight for his ticket (he wasn't in the dream up until this point). I am surprised he lets me have it as he is usually worried I will lose it or do something wrong with it. Then I wake up.
Cheryl Bennett
December 15, 2010
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