Dream a little dream

Me: So you were in my dream last night. We were at my uncle's house, only it wasn't my uncle's house. We were waiting for my grandfather to pick us up to bring us to the airport to go to South Africa and visit Mark and Nicola. You mentioned a sweater of yours that you didn't want anymore that you wanted to give me. You were concerned I wouldn't like it because it was green.

Portland D: You'd think the weird part of that dream for me would be us going to South Africa. Nah. It's the sweater.