The dream, this time, was about arriving at an airport and realizing that my luggage hadn’t. Except, of course, that’s not what the dream was about at all; weirdly, it was actually about the discovery of a “lost luggage” area of the airport where everything was literally up for grabs — people whose luggage had disappeared were taken to a specific area of the building filled with things that had never been claimed, and we could take whatever we wanted. The area was outside, because the items available went from suitcases to comic books (of course, this is me, after all) to massive statues and oversized furniture. Even in the dream, I found myself thinking, this can’t be real, but now that I’m awake, I wish that it were.
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