Going to the Airport
A woman and I were in the backseat of the car. She was brunette, a little overweight. She wore big round glasses. She looked a little frumpy. I don't know her relationship with me. Perhaps my wife. A woman was driving us to the airport. I felt like we knew her, but I don't know how. She had long blond straight hair. I only remember her from the back.
She was trying to figure out where to drop us off. I said "at the front entrance is fine".
She said, "can't I go right to the gate?"
I said, "We have luggage".
She pulled over. We grabbed our luggage from the back of the hatchback, and we went inside.
We needed to make some kind of exchange. I don't fully understand this. I remember being on the phone, while we were still in the car. I know it was supposed to reduce the price, and I wanted to confirm this, and I was a bit concerned that it wasn't there (I don't know what this means).
But when walking through the airport I saw the sign. It said "Moira".
The woman that was with me said, "Is this going to work".
I said, "It looks pretty straight forward. The exchange is there. Here is the gate".
We went to the window, made the exchange. The woman at the window gave us a big red button. I pressed it, and the world shrunk. In other words the walls, ceiling, everything around us came closer to us. the walls were literally closing in.
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