erin gets canned while on secret mission with me

dreamed this sometime last week, don't know when. wrote it down several days later.

Secret mission with Erin from work. We're out somewhere in the world, I think maybe somewhere remote like Eastern Europe? Trying to get a flight back home, but nothing works well where we are, the flights are all always delayed, etc. We're stuck in this great, cavernous, dull-colored airport. We finally get news of a flight back, but we have to get out there and on the flight immediately, and we're having very serious trouble finding our way through the airport, as there are no helpful signs or directions through this neutral maze to the exit to the tarmac. As we are herded through here and there, a woman comes along side and in hushed tones informs Erin that she has been terminated from the business. Hard to believe at this point in our service to the organization. Erin looks near to tears, but we press on.

FInally, we get out onto the tarmac, and up into the plane. The interior is broad and short, maybe 20 seats solid wide, and only 10 seats long. Most of the blankets-and-chickens-and-paper-sacks passengers sit in the front few rows. We climb back to the back, and I figure out that the seats will fold back into double beds. I fold some down for us, and we lay down for the flight. It feels strange and wonderfully relaxing to be able to lay down and get under blankies. I try to console Erin through her sense of betrayal.