This morning I dreamt that I was biking to the airpor for my flight to Taiwan. The planes were lined up under an overhanding part of the building with tubes that came down vertically into the head of the plane. I recognised my plane because it had a blue ring around the tube. I had come in to this outdoor loading area (on the overhang above the planes) by a special route because I was bringing my bike with me. I realized that I had my knife and my lighter in my pocket, and they woudln't let that stuff through security, so I started looking for ways to get rid of them. I thought of putting them in my bike bag, since they might not search that when they loaded my bike in the plane, but then I thought that they might search it later and then I'd get in trouble. I threw them down to the parking lot so that someone else might find and make use of them.

Finally I got inside the plane and went to my cubby in the ceiling where there was a shelf where someone had layed out some cigarettes and a glass of water. I sat down on the shelf as the plane was taking off and I realized that I hadn't talked to YC at all to coordinate getting picked up by her at the airport, and then I realized that I didn't even have my passport and wouldn't be able to transfer. I let out a big "Nooooooo!" while I realized that it was just another dream and I should chill out.