A Fortune Teller and a Cat Named T.S.

 You know how dreams usually don't have real endings -- they just stop abruptly, in the middle of something, especially when you wake up? Last night, I had a dream that not only had an actual ending; it was a happy ending.

Jetway Art

 Sometimes, art exhibits take place in unusual places. For example, in real life, I once visited a small art show consisting of very small things, which was held in a rented hotel room (with the bed temporarily removed for space). Now, in this dream, an art exhibit was held in a very unusual location - a series of jetways set up in a park. Yep, these things that you walk through to board an airplane. I have no idea how the artist would have gotten a hold of jetways, let alone set them up in a long tunnel snaking throughout the park. (Are there places where you can guy used jetways the way you can guy used airplanes?)  To visit the exhibit, you would climb one of the stairways by the supporting pillars up into the jetway and then exit by the same stairs or any other stairways along the way. I have no idea why the artist chose jetways -- maybe the theme of his show was transitions or something alofty like that. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the dream or what kind of art was featured -- just these jetways, and people going up and down these stairs.

Park Stroll Goes Awry

A friend and I were in a park, strolling alongside a creek somewhere near Denver when we spotted a railroad track of sorts running zigzag across the slope on the other side of the creek. Eventually, we encountered a small train lugging an open-air car of seats, like the kind you see in amusement parks. The train was empty except for a man driving it, who called out to us, "Hey, would you like a ride? There's a snack shop that I run at the end of the way."