dream on...

last night i had another dream about snoop dogg. the first one i had was over spring break, and snoop was a bus driver and i had to find the bus that snoop was driving. this time, snoop was driving a big red ford F-150 pick up truck and i was crammed in the back seat with like 3 other people.

you know, i don't even particularly enjoy snoop's music. i appreciate him, i think he's got skills, or skizzills or whatever, but why the hell has he become a recurring character in my dreams? and why is snoop always driving a large vehicle?

i also had a dream that krista and i were going to france, but we were flying to tokyo first, and then going to france from there. this made perfect sense in the dream, of course. and we were at the airport, which was a combination fancy hotel, parking garage, and international terminal, and for some reason various members of our families were there to see us off, but we got separated, because my dad had to introduce me to some friends of his, who had all this extra, erm, italian money to give to me from a vacation they had taken (because in the world of emily's-dream-land, italian money is accepted in both japan and france). but then there was a crisis! i had left my ipod in the car! so i had this dilemma of whether i should go back to the car to get the ipod, or just suck it up and board the plane. meanwhile, krista had left her shoes in a hotel room, and since they were her only shoes, she had to go back, so i was going to go ahead and go to the gate where our flight was to keep the flight from leaving without krista. but to get to the gate, i had to haul my luggage up this twisty, turny, parking-garage-esque ramp up several levels and it took about a billion years to get there, and finally i had to abandon my luggage so that i could get to the gate on time, and when i got there, it was 11:12, and the flight was supposed to leave at 11:15, and krista was nowhere to be found, and so i checked in and didn't have my passport, but the guys at the counter let me in anyway, and i told them that we couldn't leave without krista, and they said that the flight wouldn't leave without her. but i asked them to page her over the loudspeaker system, and they did, but still, she was nowhere to be found and i was getting really nervous because the plane was going to leave and we had spent all of our student loan money on the tickets! and then, around the corner, krista finally shows up, but the plane was leaving and we ran through the little hallway thingy, but they wouldn't let us on the plane because it was already pulling away, and we were very sad.

the end.