Sleep Travel

I slept well for the first time in weeks. Dreamed i was in "Mexico" (quotes cause I've never been to Mexico and Dream Mexico was very pretty but kinda generic) stretched out on the hood of a car drawing on a big piece of paper. My drawing was of a winter scene, and also of a beautiful boy driving a car. It was the best thing I'd drawn in years and I knew it. The boy was there, actually there were two of him and I was checking to make sure I got the drawing of him the way he thought it should look.

I was part of a conference of people who were all doing the same thing, but some from inside offices where they were being monitored remotely. Someone expressed worry that another attendee might be cheating on her work. I assured him that the other person had only the best intentions and really cared about being honest. Everyone believed me.

I followed a crowd into a hangar where I could pay 9 pesos to watch thousands of little girls do something called The Dance of the Paper Flower. Apparently it's traditional in Dream Mexico. I was debating whether or not to pay when I woke up. In real life I think it sounds like something worth more than 9 pesos. I'd pay it.