I had a recent dream where I was going through customs at Charles De Gaulle Airport. I had a passport in my hand, which I gave to the customs agent. At this point, I realized that I was wearing pajamas, had no luggage, wallet, or anything else.
As I was standing in the airport, feeling like an idiot, I realized that I needed shoes. Maria Sharapova grabbed my arm and said, "You don't look prepared." She told me she has a private plane about to leave for L.A., and that they could drop me off in San Francisco.
She pulled out shoes from her bag, gave them to me, and told me the pilots will take me to the plane. They were both huge guys that looked like thugs, and they were very drunk. I started getting very nervous about drunk guys flying me home and woke up.
"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."