crazy dream: Dorothy & I were somewhere and we had just pulled off a heist or something, we were both wearing white labcoats and running somewhere. I also had another white coat that was supposed to be another disguise as a professor or something, and I put that on. While running down a flight of stairs we hid our faces because there were some people going up the escalator that would recognize us. We get down the flight of stairs and run to a kiosk, where I think we were supposed to pick up/buy plane tickets. For some reason I have a ton of stuff scattered around the two tables on either side of the kiosk and furiously try to stuff everything into my bag. (Dorothy's disappeared at this point) Cut to me sitting at a bar with a mini wine glass half filled with something - I think it's beer, and I'm slowly sipping it. This guy comes up to me and sits next to me and asks me how much I've had to drink. I reply not much. He then tells me that I should turn myself in. I'm kind of nervous knowing that he knows (he was apparently someone I knew prior and I knew it was plausible that he would have figured out I was part of it), and I start crying. I explain to him that it's not that easy, because turning myself in would mean turning Dorothy in as well. He then tells me that if I had thought about it I would have known he was leading me on. We then passionately kiss for a little bit. Then cut to me back to furiously stuffing things into my bag, thinking I need to get back to the hotel room asap so I can stuff all of this stuff into my suitcase. It's at this point that I realize that I don't have my purse. I run back to where I remember having it last - an open-air food court. I'm running towards the back where I think I left it and on the way get sprayed by a fountain, whose bursts are controlled by buttons that patrons of the food court can push and this lady happened to push it right when I was running by, and she shouted an apology while I ran by but I didn't stop to respond. I find my purse next to a soda fountain, but to my horror I discover that it's empty - someone had stolen everything inside. I start freaking out, running around, trying to figure out what to do. I can't get into the hotel room, and I had no idea when my flight was and I couldn't call Dorothy to ask. I'm so panicked, and all the while worried that I might be recognized and caught. Finally I go back to the food court, and thankfully two employees were still there cleaning up and they had merely taken everything out of the purse and put it behind the counter for safekeeping. I immediately grab my phone - my old sony ericcson phone - and listen to a missed call from Dorothy. She had called at 4, saying that I had two options to get down to Newark... since my phone said it was 7:30pm, I figured she was on the plane and had left (esp. since in my dream Newark is a moderate driving distance from wherever we were and Dorothy was saying I had to take a plane), and I started wondering what I was supposed to do... </ dream>
