Last night I dreamt that I accidentally left Mysore without re-packing my trunk and storing it. I got home and realized that I had left the sheets on the bed, the dishes in the kitchen, and frantically tried to get in touch with friends who were still in Mysore to ask them to take care of it for me but no one could, so I had to spend another $1500 on a plane ticket back, so I could do it myself. So… am I that concerned about my Winnie the Pooh coffee cup or was this dream about something else? I was so relieved when I woke up. My first thoughts: I am still here. I have work to do.