Day 170: Drift

I'm frustrated.

I'm not inspired to write. I feel like I'm trying to run underwater.

Last night I had a dream where I had to make a cross-country flight simply to be in person to sign a document. I flew to my destination, caught a cab to the place I had to go. It was a sterile, nondescript glass-and-metal office complex, filled with people. When I got to the place I was supposed to go, I entered a large, dark blue room that looked like a medical waiting room. It was filled with people but since I was expected I was quickly ushered past the waiting room and into the place where I was to sign. I signed, then immediately left.

Outside there were even more people around the building. I found a security guard and asked about getting a cab to get back to the airport. Apparently my entire trip consisted simply of the trip to sign the document, doing so, then returning. The return flight was probably less than three hours after my arriving flight.

What does it mean? I think it means my dreams are stupid.