Last-minute shopping complete. Time to pack up and head out.
I love the dreams I have right before I travel. Last night’s was about returning to the library to visit my former coworkers. When I walked in, everything had been refinished like my grade school. Then my upper right canine tooth fell out, disintegrated without blood in my palm. When I reached up to feel the hole it left, there was already a tooth growing to take its place. I poked at it to see if it was sturdy, and my entire hard palate popped out, clean and without pain, like a dried curve of a cob of corn.
Dream interpreters, have at. See you from the other side of the country.