Okay. This is a weird one:
Somehow I (yes, 22 years old) was kidnapped by a little kid while I was at the airport somewhere in ew York. I finally got away from here, and was trying desperately to find my way back to Canada, but no one working at the airport had any idea where Canada was. They seemed to know of every other country I could travel to, but they didn't know how I could get back into my own country. I had all kinds of little coupon things that were supposed to be helping me find certain rooms in the airport that would give me the right information, but all of the signs were in foreign languages that I didn't understand.
I think after that I woke up. It was a very stressful dream!
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