#clotheline

Both of these have to do with travel, and aren't bad at all, just weirdly specific.

In the first, I had checked in to a hotel by myself, and found detailed instructions in the room about how to call down to the desk if needed.  Like, a script:

Hello, my name is JANET ANDERSON, in Room 602, and I would like MORE TOWELS, please.

That seemed a little odd, but the striking thing was that the instructions were on ditto paper, which is similar to carbon paper.  I haven't seen or touched a copy like that since grade school, but the very particular feel of it was instantly recognizable, thin and slightly shiny.  I folded it up and put it in my pocket with needless stealth.

This morning, I dreamt that I was on a trip and getting ready to leave in a rush.  I had a pile of luggage, and when I moved the bags it turned out I had an adorable little dog that I had completely forgotten about.  He was under the luggage but fine.  In fact, he was sound asleep.

He was a small light-brown dog with curly fur, and he was dreaming and talking in his sleep.  It didn't seem especially strange that he was talking, but I was struck by what he said.  He was moving his paws the way dogs sometimes do when they dream, and saying, "Mama leg, baby leg.  Mama leg, baby leg."

Then I woke up, thinking "Mama leg, baby leg," which doesn't have any special meaning for me but is a memorable phrase.