Dream drill droll

Odd stuff these dreams.

I was watching a movie with an elderly lady and we seemed to be on good enough terms.
The movie hall was apparently near an airport and sparsely populated by junta; perhaps it was not a popular movie or maybe on its last leg of staying in movie theaters.
The elderly lady and I were making pleasant conversations of this and that and around 7:15 I glanced at my watch and realized it was time to leave for I had a flight around 9:30.
The airport was just fifteen minutes away and so I bid adieu to the lady and glanced around back to see if my movements were causing any disturbances but since there weren't too many people in the first place it didn't look like anyone was remotely bothered.

I repaired to the exit door which opened inside a McDonald's. Most queer.
I roamed a bit a bit looking for a lift to go downstairs or even stairs that would lead me out of the building but couldn't find any.
What looked like a bend to the left leading to lift was in fact a washroom and now I felt truly bothered and was beginning to go and ask someone about the floor plans of this most idiotically insidious area when the door bell rang.

I was immediately sucked at out of that entire scenery and found myself on bed.
What's going on?
The doorbell rang again, and I pushed away my sheets and made for the door, shouting in Chinese to wait or hang on.

A delivery boy with a packet. Ah! Most impatient this one.
I took it and threw it with abandon on a chair and looked about my deserted house.
What's going on? Am I still in a dream?
That's when my semi closed lids floated over to the clock and my eyelashes that were still stuck to an eye popped open with a tearing pang for it was 9:00am.

This is most vulgar! Preposterous even.
I slept through the entire morning and woke up at such an ungodly late hour.
I mean I'm done with cleaning the house by this time and here I am waking up so damn late.

Guilt doesn't even begin to describe what I felt and thusly the entire day got pushed by a couple hours.

But I'm talking about the dream.
It stayed stuck with me while I noted it at least all I could remember.
Did I make it to the airport? Did I find stairs out of that McDonald's?
Alas, we will never know.
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I have to do a spot of baking as well today.
Birthday in the fam you see, my baby brother who's not a baby but to me he'll always be one.