Good Dream Gone Bad

I had a dream last night (would have worded that differently, but couldn't figure out the past tense of dream...moving on) that Corey and I were going on a sooper, dooper vacation to New Zealand.

I was so excited that I didn't realize how long it takes to get there.

Our tour guide told us at the airport it would take 23 hours and I cried, and cried and cried because even in my dream I knew that real life Stacie:

1. Hates flying.
2. Can't sit still.
3. HATES flying.

Thank goodness for wet dog noses that nudge your face because they're ready to get up and go potty.