First I had a series of dreams last night about young children and a family with incredible psychic powers to destroy. Especially in the case of the dreams involving the children, it was a matter of someone with similar power having done incredible but unspecified hurt to them that turned them into psychopathic destroyers themselves. For the family, there ultimately turned out to be a similar back story. I am tending to view these dreams in a very different light when writing about them than I did when waking from each of them in the middle of the night.
My final dream was about planes and automobiles (no trains, though, nor Steve Martin or John Candy). First I met Teri in a parking garage halfway between the airport and home (this was in MD) as she returned from a trip. Then I was on my way out of town at an airport, and was approaching security when I saw that I didn't have my driver's license in my wallet. When I called Teri she had it in hand already and agreed to meet me with it in the same parking garage, after which I rushed back to the airport parking garage, parked beneath a conveyor or ramp that was going to be a shortcut for getting my bag to my car when I got home, then proceeded into the airport and was going back toward security when I woke up.
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