sleep, sleep

Last night/today I had some horrible dream where Mike and I and Jamie and I think someone else were going to take a ferry from New York to Spain. (Poor Jamie, making it into my dream.) But they weren't like ferries, they were like freight trains which floated and they took six months to get there. Why we were doing this, I don't know. First we had to take a ferry to New York, which was like a dark ride at Disney but the bumpboats had stale water in the bottom and it was very cold. Then when we arrived in NY I realized I didn't have my passport. But I saw those freight trains swimming and started asking why the heck we'd want to be in this floating steel box for six months. It was only $30 or so to travel this way, but I was ready to fork over for the ticket. (Although I was unhappy with myself because whatever we did, I'd have to go back across the country for my passport. When I woke up I had to reassure myself that it could have happened to anyone, things being so weird in dreams and all.)