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I was taking a nap today and I dreamt I was flying back from girls camp or dance festival, (which is silly because they're both within driving distance) and behind me in the plane with the row to himself was Richard Dean Anderson. But I was too tired to tell him I was a fan.

At the lay-over I met a troop of boyscouts my dad knew somehow and at least two of them were named Aldrin or something and thought they knew me. Then again in my dream my hair was straightened, and I look different with it that way. I told them they didn't and we caught our next flight.

Once again Richard was behind us. This time I was fully rested and told him what a big fan I was of Macgyver and how I wished planes would let carry-ons of pocket knives because my brother has a Swiss Army Knife I want him to sign. Unfortunately it was time to go somewhere so I kind of had to be awake.