14 Aug 2005

I'm on a vacation or trip somewhere and I'm with my family. There's this black woman who has two small kids in a carrier. She gives them to us or makes us take them. For a while I'm on a bus with people I went to school with. then I'm in an airport customs area, and there are the kids in the carrier again. There are tons of people in customs, and I have to wait a long time and talk to many different agents. When asked about my job, I'm some sort of paper shuffler.


There was an entire other dream that I don't remember now.