last night

perhaps it's all the blogging, but last night i had a dream about gabrielle. it was one of those "can't get to the right place at the right time" sorts of dreams. i was flying to pennsylvania, and i had a connecting flight. i had an e-ticket, and so all i had was a string of numbers, no actual paper. i had all these things i had to do during my layover- confirm the second half of my flight, go to the bathroom, etc. i was walking along one of those moving walkways confirming my flight, and i had 2 options to choose from, one in 20 minutes or one in 40 minutes. i chose the one in 20, and instantly regretted it, cause i knew i couldn't make it. i run all over the airport, the two terminals are miles apart. i'm hoping the flight is delayed, so i'm trying to find one of those tv screens- and there aren't any anywhere. i finally get to the end of the yellow terminal, and there's a screen, but it shows a map with the different flights patterns, and airline names, not times or terminal information. so i just start running from gate to gate, asking passengers where their flight is headed.
in the corner is a big gate with lots and lots of students all lined up. i ask a girl where they're going, and she says, this little town in mexico and points to it on the map. i start to think, "hey, i wonder if g...." then i turn around and i see her 2 back in the line. we kiss on the lips. i'm wearing this huge sweater, loops like feathers, and i rub up against her as we push through the crowd, holding hands, trying to find a travel agent person to help me.