…Well, it’s not so much of one as it is a recurring theme. Then again, I may often get lost and frustrated in them but once in a while I’ll be friends with Jennifer Anniston and run downtown with her where fellow celebrities like Gwyneth Paltrow were masquerading along a bridge. Or could be just a case of over-occurring dreams. This morning was more of the former, with my buddies and I traveling in Canada and not being able to find our way back to the nearest airport. Much less remember what it was called. Must be in anticipation of our own upcoming trip. After a break, the story referenced itself in a note of plans some girls were making to go themselves, and all I could think was, good luck. I offered to escort them to their car, which was parked in a garage adjacent to our school building and required climbing down repeating rollercoaster-like stairwells, which finally deposited us in a gated chamber surrounded by a fence. Outside were our vehicles, or at least access to them appeared unencumbered. A young lady was peddling a carnival basketball game and told us we wouldn’t be let out until later. I didn’t feel like waiting, and when I approached one of the exits, I noticed that the padlock on the chain had been unshackled, so I turned to get the others. Bad mistake in my Sisyphean scenarios, as a hand fumbled from behind and attempted to re-secure the gate. Regardless, their side had opened up as well, and they strolled to freedom. (I had encountered a similar obstacle while running yesterday and discovering the waterway path closed shut on my side of the street.)
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