I don’t like it when my dreams tell me something about myself that seem silly.
In this case, we were in Canada. We were in Canada, near Jeb, to visit, for a convention about videogames, where we were speaking. It was strange, too, because we arrived well before the sun rose and it was cold. There was snow on the ground, but of course, this being me – when I hunkered down and ran my hand through the snow, to ‘play’ with it – it was shaving cream. Or slightly congealed cream. The point is, it didn’t do what I’m sure ‘snow’ does – it just moved like goo.
Then later in the same dream, we discussed driving to Alaska in the afternoon.
I felt like I just had a really ignorant person’s dream.