I had a really weird dream last night. I dreamt that I needed to catch a flight to Raleigh, NC, so I went to the airport to get my ticket. Behind the counter were the most ghetto workers. After unconvincingly trying to tell me that Raleigh was really in Virginia, they gave me a ticket. They then provided me with a packet of the nearest fun-and-happening city. The person behind the counter considered New York, but then determined that Bermuda was closer. As per their hospitality, she gave me a stack of paper plates for a complimentary picnic. A guy came from behind me and deposited two yellowing mugs with discolored water and black flecks. He also took the stack of plates - I guess I was supposed to take a few and return the stack, but I wasn't quick enough. They gave me a paper towel to use as a napkin, and sent me on my way.

No one near me was drinking the water, either.