Dream Journal
I walked into an office and sat down across the desk from a crisply-dressed woman. She asked me a few questions and then went into another room to gather some items for me.
As I sat at her desk I took in my surroundings. There were two other desks off to my left sitting at random angles. The furniture was high quality and the employees were all very nicely dressed. As I pulled my feet up onto my chair so that my chin rested on my knees I thought how nice it would be to work in such an office.
I noticed the nameplate on the far desk had Michael’s name etched into its smooth, black surface, but no one sat at the desk. Michael was leaning over the desk closer to me helping one of his coworkers. He had not seen me yet. I wondered if I should say something or wait until he saw me. He looked up, we locked eyes, and he smiled.
Michael finished quickly with his instruction and came over to my chair where I was waiting. He sat down in the empty chair on my left and we linked pinky fingers.
The woman who had been helping me returned with a form on a clipboard. Michael turned the form over and proceeded to write paragraphs in French. When he had finished he read them aloud; I did not understand the majority of what he wrote, but the woman seemed to.
Then I was in a small Otter airplane coming from the snow-covered Alaskan tundra. I hopped out in front of the airport wearing a short and pleated skirt. My mother commented on my choice of attire, indicating my bare legs and below-zero temperatures outside, and I reassured her that I wouldn’t be outside for long and my legs could handle a little bit of cold.
Inside, I was pleasantly surprised to find the airport fairly empty. I dropped my two large duffel bags onto the long conveyor belt and they kept getting caught as the belt turned a few corners. The woman behind the counter was Barb from the Post Office Bulk Mail section, and she was impatient to get me through. I handed her my papers and she stamped them with a round, red stamp.
I walked briskly toward my terminal when I saw Kate Kuhns from high school standing by a large bay window. I gave her a big hug and asked where she was headed. When she told me she was going to France I was excited that we would be on the same plane.
We continued down the hallway and ran into Jane, another old classmate. As we chatted and caught up I realized that I had forgotten my cell phone charger. I opened the cell and saw the battery was at half.
I dialed my mom so I could ask her to bring the charger to me before the airplane left. Then I realized I had also forgotten my iPod and its charger. I made a mental check of my bags in case I had forgotten anything. The phone kept ringing.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Michael