Am I awake this time?
Last night I dreamed that my aunt and uncle were moving to Hawaii, and I needed to drive out with some of their things (yes, drive). Hawaii, as it turns out, was somewhere near Texas, not way out in the Pacific, and the first island was not too far from the coast. I met my aunt and uncle at a hotel, where we were going to hang out for the night before finding their new place. Before we got very far, though, I woke up.
After waking up, I told Andrew about the dream, and we had a good laugh about me driving to Hawaii in my dream. As we were talking, Andrew was getting his lunch together. He poured out some potato chips into a Tupperware, and then poured out some cereal into a bowl. When I looked at him next, he was pouring milk into the potato-chip Tupperware. I asked what he was doing, and he started getting defensive about it, telling me that he meant to do it. Just to prove his point, he started eating the milk-sogged chips. Ick. And then I woke up, again.
Once again I told Andrew about my dream, and we laughed about me driving to Hawaii and the fact that it was near Texas. We started getting our lunches together, and when he took out the chips, I started laughing uncontrollably. He wanted to know what I was laughing about, but I couldn’t because every time I tried to tell him, I was overtaken by more giggles. And finally I woke up.
No, really, I woke up for real that time.
Of course Hawaii is near Texas! And Alaska is due south of California. It’s right there on the map!