Busted

I had a dream last night that I was at the airport because I needed to pick up Kyle (the hubs).  It was an interesting atmosphere -- at one point I think the airport was in the middle of a jungle. Anyway, I kept walking and walking and walking trying to get to Kyle's gate, and someone stopped me and asked, "How far do you plan on going?" and I responded with something along the lines of "Until it stops making sense" which, ironically, doesn't make much sense.

Eventually I came to a door, and when I opened it there was a tiny little two-seater plane. And the pilot gestured for me to get in, and it was understood that in order to get to Kyle's gate, I'd have to fly the rest of the way in this itty bitty plane. And I guess that is when I decided it no longer made sense to keep going, and I told the pilot I would just wait where I was for Kyle to get in.

So I turned around and found a computer and got on Facebook to pass the time, and my boss came up behind me and said "looks like someone is on Facebook during work hours!" and I said "...Yes, I am on Facebook." And she told me to log off and get to work, so I did.

That's all I remember...either that or that's when I woke up.