In my dream I was rushing to the airport... Schiphol it probably was, and there were multiple destinations I was heading to at the same time for some reason... Incheon, Toronto, Taipei and London. So many places to go, and I remember I had to rush between terminal buildings, has go shove around with my luggage. I saw myself run in the corridors of the airport trying to catch my flight(s). There were connections to be made, and I was so stressed because I was short of time.
Everything was such a rush, and I was by myself. But where was I really going to.'? Why was I hurrying to go there?
Woke up so tired, and with a sore back. The rain fell heavily the window, and mum was gagging again...
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