I dreamt something about the airport again, being late, finding the gate to the waiting room, and the plane left without me.
The other day I dreamt about stones, lots and lots of stones, what significance would that be I wonder. The story was about Starky, somehow becoming the daughter of my mom's friend, and we were in a car with her dad. She wanted to have a wall of stones .. or decorate her house with stones or something. So we went around and round to search for ideas from other houses. I suggested small stones that you stuck together with cement or anything and then spray it so that it's a bit shiny, or stones for garden paths, etc. Somehow though she wasn't satisfied. I forgot how it ends I just remembered there are a lot ... of .. stones.