I stood there looking at it for a bit, trying to figure out why it was only $150. Ultimately, I decided it was impractical and left the store.
The rest of the dream involved my being at the home of my “host family” (who I’ll confess looked a lot like my aunt and uncle) trying to arrange my flight home so I could be at work the next day. I was making calls from a bedroom, which gave me a sense of “yellow” even though I don’t actually recall seeing the color there. I ran into one problem after another. At first, I couldn’t find the number to call USAir because half the phonebook was taken up by graphic “escort” and “massage” ads. Then, I couldn’t actually dial the number right. The phone was working fine, but I kept hitting numbers twice, forgetting to dial a number in sequence, or just altogether losing track of what I was doing.
Of course, once I finally did get through, the flight was full and I realized that I would have to stay for a few more days.
That’s about when I woke up.
Yeah, I am seeing the obvious parallels.