Dream Journal
My entire extended family was at the airport getting ready to go on a trip. While waiting for the flight, I asked everyone for a fast food order and went into the McDonald’s to get some food for everyone.
It was a large food order for my large family, and when we divided it out I realized we hadn’t gotten sodas for my nieces. I returned to the fast food restaurant and waited a long time for someone to notice me so I could pick up the missing sodas. I realized it was taking too long and went back to the gate, only to find it completely empty but for my mom.
She told me that the plane had already boarded, but they were waiting for me. I collected all of the things I had been using at the gate and tried to cram them back into my backpack, but they didn’t really fit. I shoved everything in as best I could, but when I went through the last security checkpoint, the security guards riffled through my backpack and made everything even more difficult to fit.
I couldn’t even zip the zipper while walking down the ramp when I remembered I had left something behind the flight attendants’ desk in the gate. I ran back and apologized to the security guard.
I slipped behind the desk and grabbed the few things I had left. I looked around frantically for some way to incorporate my additional items into my already bulging backpack, but couldn’t find a way. A flight attendant appeared behind me and urged me to hurry because the plane wouldn’t wait much longer.
I asked the attendant for a plastic bag or something for my things, and she managed to find a paper bag. “Perfect!” I exclaimed. I started putting the items I was holding into the bag when I saw a huge pile of my stuff under the desk. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of it, so I had to decide what I wanted to take and what I wanted to leave. I knew that whatever I left would be gone for good, and had a very difficult time deciding.
Panicked, I managed to cram the paper bag full with shoes and books and knick knacks and ran down the boarding ramp, briefly aware that security didn’t look through my new bag and thinking that I could have stuffed a bomb into my paper sack and they wouldn’t have known.
I stopped at the end of the ramp because the door to the plane was closed and locked. I turned around and the flight attendant beckoned me another way, a secret way. I followed her around a corner, and we stopped at an elevator door that would take me directly to the plane. My mom stood there waiting for me, and she scolded me for running so late. I was on the verge of tears, upset for almost missing the flight, making my family wait for me, and leaving a lot of my stuff behind.
The elevator doors opened and we got inside, but I had dropped something in the hallway. When I quickly stepped out to get it, the elevator doors closed behind me and I was left in the hallway. The flight attendant told me that it would come back down, not to worry, and then she walked away.
When the elevator doors reopened, I wasn’t sure if I should go alone, or where to even get out. I stepped in and the elevator floor was rickety and unsafe. Crying, I closed my eyes and pressed a random button, hoping everything was going to work out fine.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Left Behind