I keep having this dream where I'm on a plane flying to see my aunt, or going through security in the airport or packing my bags for the appropriate destination.
In the dream I'm ecstatic to go see her.
It's silly, but for a few hours this morning I was stuck in that in-between place between dreams and reality and honestly thought I was going to go see her soon.
I almost cried when I realized there was no trip and it was just a dream;
in fact, if I weren't at work I probably would have cried a little.
I know it's silly to feel that sad.
I know that if I were to tell her about this dream she'd grab her planner and tell me when to book my flight, I'd book it, she'd make time for me to come and I'd get to visit.
It all feels a little silly, but perhaps I should tell her about my dream, could be the ticket.
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