A jumble of dreams, this one just before 4:00 AM.
I'm on a full airbus, near the back - behind me and across the aisle is Ron Paul.
I recognize him, say hi, the airbus is very full, there are even passengers standing in the aisles, holding straps like passengers do on commuter trains. He's happy I've recognized him, he's leaning forward, he want to talk to me, but the people standing in the aisle are in the way.
I have a feeling that he's not recognized too often.
At the back of a plane is a couple - a yankee guy and a girl. I say yankee because the guy has a thick southern accent, I can't always decipher what he's saying. The girl is mostly quiet.
He's telling me, or trying to tell me, that I have a very strong accent that makes me tough to understand.
I want to laugh but I don't and just humour him.
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The plane lands someplace in Montana, near a famous dinosaur digging site, there's a thrift shop just outside the airport, I pride myself in being able to find them anywhere, the boy has flown on ahead of me, has found a pair of rollerskates he wants, everyone is wearing these Jurrassic Park style T-shirts with silhouettes of dinosaurs on them....