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Last night, I dreamed I was in Yakima for some reason* I had to get from the bus station, which was by the highway, to a coffee shop to meet people (my family, I think. Sorry, Drew and Mindy.) I looked it up on a map, but ended up dawdling enough that the sun had almost set, and I was upset that I wouldn't be able to enjoy seeing Yakima.
I ended up flying home with San on Georgian Airways.** This was a budget airline, and only half the plane was filled with airline seats. The rest (the default, which we'd paid for) were just convention-style chairs, not bolted down, not provided with seat belts. In my dream, I made up kinky D/s fantasies to handle this as I sat in a tiny chair that slid around the cabin.
*Most likely because I read about Eastern Washington in my Roadside Geology book right before bed. I fell asleep meditating on how the longest period of time I spent in the east was a few days for conventions (a Catholic youth convention at Gonzaga, a Washington Alliance for the Mentally Ill conference when I was a kid, and Radcon, to be precise).
** Of the Asian Georgia, not the peach and Coca-Cola filled kind. I've also been reading a highly romantic book about Shamyl of the Caucacus.
I ended up flying home with San on Georgian Airways.** This was a budget airline, and only half the plane was filled with airline seats. The rest (the default, which we'd paid for) were just convention-style chairs, not bolted down, not provided with seat belts. In my dream, I made up kinky D/s fantasies to handle this as I sat in a tiny chair that slid around the cabin.
*Most likely because I read about Eastern Washington in my Roadside Geology book right before bed. I fell asleep meditating on how the longest period of time I spent in the east was a few days for conventions (a Catholic youth convention at Gonzaga, a Washington Alliance for the Mentally Ill conference when I was a kid, and Radcon, to be precise).
** Of the Asian Georgia, not the peach and Coca-Cola filled kind. I've also been reading a highly romantic book about Shamyl of the Caucacus.
