That's me in the middle. I lived in Japan when I was little
I had the most surreal childlike dream about being in a Japanese airport at night. It reminded me of a cartoon for little kids where life is only sweet and snuggly and safe. The airplanes were like chubby little colorful glowing paper lanterns decorated the way little kid's kimonos are. They were fragile, made of paper and bamboo, and about 3 feet long . Each plane held one or two passengers snuggled into soft blankets, no working parts or pilots. The travelers turned into toddlers just before they were put in a plane, but their inner maturity was still intact. There were lots of darling babies, who spoke different languages, crawling around where they would board their airplane. People were very nice to each other. I was saying goodby to my sisters, who were ready to fly away, when I realized that one of them had the car keys with her and I needed them to drive home. The keys were retreived by one of the lovely staff. I was so happy that the dream didn't take a bad turn here. These are so often the spots where the vibe can change. You can't get anyone to help you or you can't find your car or your way home. I was so glad it stayed pretty and comforting for the whole dream. Outside, I was watching the little plane shaped lanterns, glowing, floating off into the night sky and the pretty way they looked lined up for take off in the dark.
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