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Strange Dream
4 years ago
This is been replaying in my head, since I woke up this morning, and it's starting to make me question a few things.
Last night, I had a dream where I was in Logan Airport, in Boston MA (BOS). I knew I was heading for a convention, but really didn't know the name of it. It was about shortly after midnight, and I was trying to get from the ticket counter, to the gate. Once I was in the right terminal, I proceeded towards the designated gate where I could see the plane in view. They were already boarding, and I noticed most of the other boarding passengers had on ears, tails, and various furry themed attire, so I knew I was getting on the right flight.
This is where the problems began. As I headed for the gate, There were numerous amounts of people in tuxedos, and business suits approaching me, and proceeded to engage in a round of endless introductions, handshakes, and a few "Hey, remember this person?" I have never met any of these folks, and I could hear the final boarding call announced over the airport's PA system. I knew I had to get out of there fast. I tried my best to remain calm, and diplomatic about things, saying that I'd either call, or send an email to some of these people. As I got closer to the gate, my heart dropped when I saw the last passenger enter the gate, before the door closed behind them. As I tried to call out to the gate attendant to hold the flight, I found myself surrounded by more business suits engaging in more handshakes and how-you-doings. Then, I saw the plane backing out of the gate, and knew it was too late. At the same time, all the business suits turned around, and walked away, leaving me feeling defeated, and depressed.
And if that wasn't enough, I spotted both my father, and my grandmother wandering the terminal. My father was doing his hardest to bum a cigarette off anyone that passed by knowing he couldn't smoke in the building, with my grandmother who was in tears. Not only did she not know how to get out of the airport, but was deeply concerned with the increasing parking ticket fee. This left me to wonder why, and how she made it into Logan in the first place, when her truck is in no shape for highway driving. After I offered to cover the parking fee, all three of us headed for the parking garage, leaving me feeling helpless, and alone as I heard the jet take off in the distance. Afterwards, I woke up this morning, in a cold sweat, feeling dazed.
I'm not sure what any of this means, but it has me slightly nervous.
If anyone has any comments, or suggestions as to what any of this means, the floor is yours, and I'm willing to listen.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Last night, I had a dream where I was in Logan Airport, in Boston MA (BOS). I knew I was heading for a convention, but really didn't know the name of it. It was about shortly after midnight, and I was trying to get from the ticket counter, to the gate. Once I was in the right terminal, I proceeded towards the designated gate where I could see the plane in view. They were already boarding, and I noticed most of the other boarding passengers had on ears, tails, and various furry themed attire, so I knew I was getting on the right flight.
This is where the problems began. As I headed for the gate, There were numerous amounts of people in tuxedos, and business suits approaching me, and proceeded to engage in a round of endless introductions, handshakes, and a few "Hey, remember this person?" I have never met any of these folks, and I could hear the final boarding call announced over the airport's PA system. I knew I had to get out of there fast. I tried my best to remain calm, and diplomatic about things, saying that I'd either call, or send an email to some of these people. As I got closer to the gate, my heart dropped when I saw the last passenger enter the gate, before the door closed behind them. As I tried to call out to the gate attendant to hold the flight, I found myself surrounded by more business suits engaging in more handshakes and how-you-doings. Then, I saw the plane backing out of the gate, and knew it was too late. At the same time, all the business suits turned around, and walked away, leaving me feeling defeated, and depressed.
And if that wasn't enough, I spotted both my father, and my grandmother wandering the terminal. My father was doing his hardest to bum a cigarette off anyone that passed by knowing he couldn't smoke in the building, with my grandmother who was in tears. Not only did she not know how to get out of the airport, but was deeply concerned with the increasing parking ticket fee. This left me to wonder why, and how she made it into Logan in the first place, when her truck is in no shape for highway driving. After I offered to cover the parking fee, all three of us headed for the parking garage, leaving me feeling helpless, and alone as I heard the jet take off in the distance. Afterwards, I woke up this morning, in a cold sweat, feeling dazed.
I'm not sure what any of this means, but it has me slightly nervous.
If anyone has any comments, or suggestions as to what any of this means, the floor is yours, and I'm willing to listen.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
thats just what it seems like from reading it ^^;