I was on a weekend train to Chicago from Hamburg when I realized I didn’t have my Fitbit charger, which seemed important since the Fitbit was low on charge and might not last until Monday. This may have led me to notice I didn’t have anything at all for a trip, even extra clothes. But hadn’t I planned to return Monday?

I tried to figure out how to return, pack, go back toward Chicago — or maybe not.

Had I planned to return Monday or to stay to finish out a quarter? Why was I going? It’s an overnight trip, too long to be bouncing back and forth. [I did do that once, to Pennsylvania.]

As in yesterday’s dream (unpublished), my phone came up. I was about to take a photo when I noticed it was an earlier, smaller iPhone than mine. A nearby child cried that I had her phone. I gave it back wordlessly, expecting the mother to berate me, even have me arrested. She merely rolled her eyes and looked away, as though the child were in the wrong.

Every time I tried to take a photo, it was the wrong iPhone.