I am in the back seat of a car, with several other people. I feel like we are going to an airport to go home. The woman driving says that something doesn't matter, in two days we're all going to be "influendo" anyway (mixing English and Spanish to indicate that we're going to come down with the flu). I've already had a cold for two days, so I think that I am a couple days ahead on the cycle, but then I realize, I could get even sicker.

(I had another dream about a sort of trade-show-like scene, but in a large old-fashioned yellowing hall, with marble pillars and high ceiling, that turns into some bloodbath. I woke up with a made-up heavy metal riff version of Combichrist's "today I woke the rain of blood" going through my head.)