Dream Journal
Steve and my vacation was about to end. We were trying to figure out how to get back to the airport, and I decided we could catch a bus from where we had gotten one before.
We headed toward the ocean and sat with a bunch of other bustling people. We discussed which bus we had taken since there seemed to be a lot of options. We were unsure what time our flight left, which made the bus decision even more difficult.
There was a small channel that brought boats of all shapes and sizes into the area, and we could see a large white cruise ship approaching. The cruise ship was listing far to one side and was more than half under water though it still moved forward. There was a barge in front of the cruise ship carrying all of the cruise ship passengers. The ship wanted to get to port before it went all the way under.
John walked up behind us and convinced us to go for a ride on his boat. We all piled on John’s boat and went out for a short ride. We passed another cruise ship also listing to one side and mostly underwater, and I wondered if there was anyone still aboard.
Steve could see a few people in the ship waving frantically and making prayer motions with their hands. I wondered how much longer they would have breathing air.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Steve
I brought Steve to the airport to send him back home.
B and I were at my parents’ house, and we were going to have dinner. I went into the basement and saw Steve’s legs poking out of the covers of the couch’s hide-a-bed. Sure the legs weren’t real and that I was just seeing things, I grabbed his legs and he woke with a start.
I growled at him to get up and get dressed because B was home. He grabbed his pile of clothes and ran into the upstairs bathroom. I walked by the door and saw him putting on his costume overalls from Halloween.
B starts to walk into the kitchen from out on the balcony when I stood in the doorway and blocked him. I said, “You know what I would like? It’s such a beautiful clear night and I can see all of the Homer lights perfectly. I’d like to eat dinner on the grass outside.” He was surprised, but willing to change plans.
I asked B to go downstairs and grab a blanket to sit on while we ate, but he insisted in coming inside first. I worried about him finding Steve, but Steve had slipped out of the bathroom. In the dark, Steve came out of Melissa’s room hunched over and mumbled an excuse before going back into the bathroom.
B looked at me, rolled his eyes, and said that Melissa had some of the weirdest friends.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, B, Melissa, Steve
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
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
B and I headed to the airport with our arms full of luggage. We were going to go to a different country to celebrate our anniversary. The lobby of the airport was very large and made out of glass.
The line was extremely long in the airport. We stood in line for a very long time and got distracted a few times. We poked around in a few gift shops and helped a little girl find her mother. We had been in the airport a very long time.
By the time we got to the ticketing counter, the woman behind the counter informed us that our flight had left not more than a half hour ago. We were devastated.
She then told us that there was another flight scheduled to that country for later that night, and it would be no charge to switch our tickets. I was very happy that we would still be able to go.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, B
A group of people and I step into the airport; we are all traveling somewhere together. I tell everyone that our gate is on seventh floor. One of the men in the group, probably in his 40s, decides to take charge. He and another guy in his 20s argue about whether to eat at Chilies or Chili Steakhouse before our flight leaves.
I am carrying a few pieces of luggage and three coats stacked on top of each other. The top coat is brown and has a fuzzy collar as if it were made of sheep wool. The wool is brown too. We decide on Chilies and sit down at a long table - the waitress had pushed a few of the smaller tables together.
Melissa is sitting at the very end of the table and I am on her right. I put my stuff in the chair on her left directly across from me and ask her to make sure my brown coat doesn’t get dirty. She picks it up and tosses it to the floor. When I ask why, she says she that was keeping it out of the way of the greasy food.
I leave dinner early because I don’t want to miss my flight. I take the stairs up all 7 flights and arrive at a dinky gate with one counter. The room looks very old and is covered in brown paneling. A middle-aged lady at the counter starts checking in my luggage when I turn around to look out the window
When I turn back to the counter, the lady has her computer turned towards the counter. Some screensavers are playing and she asks me about them. I tell her they are not mine, but it is like she is hypnotized by them.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Melissa
I was in a small airplane with two women and man all slightly older than myself - we are a military team. One of the women and I flew up 30 feet and turn the plane around to land immediately; the quick landing is part of our training. But we landed wrong and end up crashing. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt during the crash, but no one was harmed. I get out of the plane and rush towards the large hangar-like building for debriefing.
I was then standing in a bathroom wearing only my underwear and bra brushing my teeth. I am one of the older women in my military team. The other woman comes up behind me with her toothbrush and I realize my bra is pulled up over my breasts.
I stand seductively as she talks and I notice that she cannot keep her eyes off of my breasts’ reflection in the mirror. I pull my lightly colored bra over my darkly colored nipples and cover my breasts.
Then I am the younger of the three and walk into the bathroom to see the older two standing at the mirror brushing their teeth. I laugh and go through a door to the toilets.
There are many stalls in the toilet room. I try the first one on my left, but it has no lock. The next one I try has a broken lock. The lock in the third one is missing. By this time my bladder is extremely full so I hold the door with one hand. As I squat to urinate, my bum touches something cold and wet.
Jumping up I see that the toilet is brimming with water, urine, and poop. Disgusted but really needing to pee, I remain standing and straddle the toilet as best I can so as to not touch the toilet or whatever it holds.
I watch at my urine turns dark - I am starting my period. I grab some toilet paper to wipe, but it won’t stop my excessive bleeding. I don’t have any underwear to wear for the quick trip to my clothes and I am dripping blood. I wad up a ton of toilet paper and hold it between my legs as I flush.
None of the stuff in the toilet bowl will go down. Facing the toilet all of the stalls are gone. Instead, the toilet is in the middle of a large room. There is a girl setting up her cot next to the toilet. She has a lot of black curly hair. She tries to help me flush the toilet but to no avail.
She reaches behind her cot and pulls out an extremely short plunger. As she uses it she gets her hand in the urine and poop water. We see that there are also fingers floating in the bowl. She screams.
I run past the place where the other two women were brushing their teeth - they are gone - and into the other bathroom door. This is a complete bathroom: clean, pretty, and plush. I am able to sit properly and wipe away the blood. The seat is very cushy, but I am worried about getting blood on it.
I am now a skinny twelve-year-old black girl. I need to get some pictures taken of me that show how sexy I am. I am sitting on a quite large black man’s lap wearing a thick polyester swimsuit. My hair is pulled back tight against my head. He is sitting in a metal chair just outside of his open kitchen.
His wife is standing at the kitchen sink doing dishes and laughing at us. He asks me how to get nipples perky, but I wont let him try on me. I keep staring at the opposite wall waiting for the picture to be taken, but there is no cameraman.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Sex
Damon and I were in the airport boarding an airplane to Homer. Sitting near the gate was a girl in her 20s dressed in a pastel skirt suit named Princess [—-]; she was crying about not getting her way. Damon said some mean words to her and we got onto the plane.
Not long after we arrived in Homer, a great catastrophe struck. There were mudslides and houses collapsed for no apparent reason. Most of the inhabitants fled the city, but Damon and I sought refuge with a lot of 10 to 14 year olds in an old abandoned house.
The house didn’t have electricity and all of the blinds were shut. I went around raising the window blinds so that we could see inside, but one of the kids stopped me. He lowered the blinds and tilted them so that there were openings between the slats. It didn’t let in much more light than having them closed, but the boy felt vulnerable with them all the way raised.
We hung out in the house for a few days and ran out of food. We were stuck in the house with nowhere to go and no one to help us. A phone started ringing - we followed the sound to Damon’s coat. I was angry that he had a cell phone and didn’t let us use it to call for help.
He answered it and handed the phone to me (it was a bright lime color). On the other end was Princess [—-]. She told me that she was driving down to help us, but that she wasn’t going to leave Fairbanks until the morning. I pleaded with her to leave sooner so that she could get to us today, but she snootily declined and abruptly hung up.
In the front door walked the pastor’s wife from Fairbanks. She handed me an envelope. I took it, gave her a large hug, and thanked her for coming all that way to rescue us.
She told me that she was just delivering the envelope and had no intention of letting any of us get into her car. I pleaded with her to at least take some of the children, but she refused and quickly left in her dark green blazer.
The house then looked like my parents’ basement. One of the kids, Caitlin, walked in the door shortly after the lady left - Cait lived a short walk from my parents’ house. She was dressed in white and had millions of markers in a white canvas bag hanging from her shoulder. Thinking white was inappropriate considering all the mud, I asked her what she was up to.
She told me that she was walking home to see her brother. Knowing he had a car, I couldn’t believe that she had let us be stuck without telling us of this option to leave. I asked if he could help us; she said no and left the house.
The children congregated around Damon and I as we tried to explain the plan. Damon stood on my left and I sank to my knees. I told them we had no food and no plan until the following day. I complained about no one wanting to save us. All of a sudden I looked up at Damon and told him I just realized we had missed our flight back to Fairbanks. I didn’t know if the airline would refund our tickets because of the catastrophe that was out of our control.
I turn my attention back to the children and apologized for whining to them.
Themes: Airplane/Airport
B and I were preparing for a trip. It was close to the time that we ought to leave for the airport, and I realized that I hadn’t arranged for anyone to drive us there. I didn’t want to leave our car at the airport for the duration of our trip.
I picked up the phone to call Damon and heard the voice of a man; he was a telephone operator. He said that he was having problems getting through to Damon. He suggested that the phone bill had not been paid. I insisted that Damon wouldn’t do such a thing, and that the phone must be working. The operator then asked if Richard was cooking over there. I told the operator that Richard hadn’t lived in that building for years - Damon had bought it from Richard.
I looked at the clock and saw that it was very, very late. It was an hour until our plane departed, and we were supposed to be there two hours early with the new regulations and searches since 9/11. I hung up the phone and Damon pulled into our driveway.
On the drive to the airport I remembered that I hadn’t arranged for someone to watch lacey while we were gone. I asked Damon if he would do this, hoping he wouldn’t be upset at the lateness of my requests. He agreed. I saw that we now had a half hour until the plane took off, and knew that we wouldn’t make it in time.
Themes: Airplane/Airport
I was on a small airplane and we were getting ready to land. There was only one seat on each side of the plane and B was sitting across from me. We were returning home from our honeymoon. The stewardess said that she had an announcement to make that would take only fifteen minutes before landing. I had wanted to change my clothes before landing, but decided that this message the stewardess had was more important and changing could wait. She talked for some time, mentioning that at the end of the flight some ice cream would be passed out. When she was done talking, the pilot was just setting the plane on the runway. I was kind of annoyed that I didn’t get time to change and that ice cream hadn’t been served like she had said it would be.
I got off the plane and was in the anchorage airport even though it looked nothing like anchorage’s airport. I was standing out in the hallway right next to a large supporting column and wondered where B was. I saw him heading back into the terminal. The terminal was separated from the rest of the hallway and building by a large spread of glass doors. I could barely see the terminal around the column, but I stood there and waited for B to come back out and see me, wondering what he was doing back in the terminal. I got tired so I sat down on a bench next to the tower on the side opposite of the terminal. And waited and waited.
Sitting there I saw an airport personnel pushing our planes luggage on a large cart towards the luggage claim. On his cart I saw my backpack and my blue duffel bag. After some time of waiting I got back up and looked into the terminal once more for B. I saw a few people sitting at computers and not one of them were B. He wasn’t in the terminal and I didn’t know where he had gone. But I did know that he had left me.
I walked around the airport looking for him or someone else I knew. I was crying because I had been left behind on our honeymoon. I ended up sitting down at a table in one of the food court places. I looked up briefly from crying and saw dad and aunt Cris heading in to a nice restaurant with their arms linked together. I cried out, “daddy!” but he didn’t see me. Cris came over and asked me accusingly where my wedding ring was. I held up my left hand and screamed into her face that I didn’t have one.
I got up from my table and walked away, stopping at a table closer to the entrance. On it were papers and my ring - I had left all of this stuff here while I was sitting and crying. I picked it up and put it on… but on my right hand. It looked like my wedding ring in the waking world, but in my dream it wasn’t my wedding ring.
I walked through the airport corridors until Muffy Wise caught my attention and told me that there was a message for me on her answering machine. She led me to a table covered with many black answering machines, all of them blinking with messages. She left so I could listen to my message, but I didn’t know which one was for me. Frank Wise was there and told me which button on which machine to push.
The message left for me was very professional and courteous. After B and I had landed in anchorage, we had planned to take a cruise the rest of the way home. The male voice on the answering machine told me that he was very concerned that I had not made the ship before it left. B had gone ahead onto the ship without me. This made me even more upset.
Then I was sitting in a large computer lab with some old high school classmates. One classmate, briar, had an amazingly advanced knowledge of computer programming. I had a problem with my computer and she fixed it for me in no time. Then she stood in the center of the room and did a ballet solo. I left feeling just as awful as when I went in there.
I was in a room talking with my pastor from when I was still living with my parents. He got a phone call and said that it was for me. I picked it up and on the other end was B. I began crying so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath. I asked him over and over again why he left me at the airport instead of taking me with him. He laughed very hard at my crying. I became furious at him laughing at my hurt feelings and slammed the phone down. I had no desire to talk to him.
Next thing I know, I am on the cruise ship with B and the captain. B had gotten the captain to turn the ship around to come pick me back up. There was a bunch of other people in the small area. I saw one girl about my age and I asked B if he had slept with her. He answered with a ‘yeah’ in a tone that implied: “Yeah, of course - why wouldn’t I?” I was devastated that he would do something like that to me, especially on our honeymoon.
I asked what room we were in and B told me room 1200. I ran for the room - it was right near where we were standing - and slammed the door. All I wanted was to be away from him. The door had two locks - one flimsy bathroom stall type lock in the center of the door and a dead bolt at the very top. All the while crying, I locked the stall lock just before B got to the door. He grabbed the knob on the outside and pulled and pulled until he broke the lock and opened the door. I somehow got the door closed again and managed to get the dead bolt locked. He kept pulling on the door and had it so that the whole thing was coming off of its hinges - the only place that held was that dead bolt.
I was crying so hard that I could barely stand. He finally got the door open and I ran down the ships hall as fast as I can. I came to a movie rental store on the boat. It was filled with people browsing through the movies. I found it odd that someone would rent movies on their vacation. I was running through the store when a man popped his head out from one of the aisles, stopped me and asked me where I was going. He seemed genuinely concerned. I told him as far away as I could get.
I kept going and ended up listening to one of those piano players slash singers slash entertainers. I was sitting pretty close to the piano trying to forget how terrible I was feeling and how poorly B had been treating me. The pianist played for a bit then stopped mid-phrase. He was missing some music… but this was all a part of the show. He began unfolding his music, then played what he had unfolded. Then unfolded it some more and played it some more. He unfolded it again and again until his piece of music took over the entire piano and he was able to complete his piece.
After he was done I sat in my seat, all alone, and cried until my throat and sides and stomach and heart hurt.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Left Behind
B and I had been invited for dinner at my parents’ house. There was a lot of people there, and a lot of food as well. We stayed for some time after the dinner, but left as soon as we were able without being rude. Being still light, we decided to go for a nice drive through the hills. We came upon an old barn that housed many old, vintage vehicles in spectacular condition. We wandered around for some time, when B called to me from a few stalls down. I went to see, and he had found a small airplane. There was a thin white paper covering its frame, and it looked like it would never run again.
I ran my hand over its tail, and the plane turned into a large brown horse. B said that the last people to find it only washed half of the horse then asked if I would like to help him finish. I said sure, it sounded like fun. There was a bucket and brushes nearby; we each grabbed a brush and a lady appeared. She was there to instruct us in how to properly wash a horse. One thing she instructed me to do was to grab the horse’s lips and hold them. I didn’t really want to do this, but I turned to the horse anyway. The horse had its lips puckered out and its tongue sticking out - seemingly to be difficult with the whole washing process. It was a lot of fun, but the lady kept smirking to another person who appeared shortly after she did. I couldn’t figure out why they were smirking like that, but it didn’t bother me much because I was having fun.
There was a clearing in the woods from where we were standing… like a large path. B kept looking towards it, almost like he recognized it but he wasn’t sure where from. One time he got all excited and asked me if I recognized it. I didn’t. He told me that at the very far end there was a little white building. That building was on my parents’ property behind their shop. I then recognized it. The two individuals teaching us how to wash the horse were gone, and we decided that we didn’t really need to finish the horse - it was pretty clean already. So we got back into the car and drove down the path towards my parents place.
The car is now in the middle of the woods and filled with a bunch of people including my sister, but not including B. And I can no longer see the end of the path at my parents’ house. In front of us is another vehicle of people. They stop abruptly and run from the car as fast as they can into the woods. We all get out and look down a small little path in the direction they went, but no one had taken the path. Melissa wondered why. But I knew that there was a white dinosaur on that path that would eat whomever walked on it - I could see it plain as day though no one else could. Without hurrying, Melissa and the others went into the woods to look for the others, leaving both vehicles parked.
There was a lot of commotion and screaming in the brush, but it alarmed no one in the search party even though I knew what it was - another dinosaur had eaten the passengers of the other vehicle. We all searched for some time and found no one, so we went back to our vehicle to try and drive around theirs. The path was too narrow, however, so we had to push it out of the way so ours could get by. This took a lot of work. While we were combining efforts to push the second vehicle, the white dinosaur came out of its path and started attacking something. This is when I understood that it only attacked things that were white, just as red dinosaurs only attacked red things. I looked down and realized that I was wearing a white tee shirt like I always do. I was then hanging upside down, bringing the dinosaurs attention to me. Where I was and how I got there I did not know.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, B
I was at Damon’s place sitting on the couch. B wasn’t there. He and Dana were putting on their coats to leave in order to pick up Beth from the airport. I said bye. When they stepped out the door I went to the kitchen and there was a box of Frosted Mini Wheats lying on its side, but they weren’t as crunchy as they were supposed to be. I ate one then went back to the couch. They came back in the condo and Damon said that the parking lot was blocked because they were cleaning. Then Dana said that she was hungry. I told Damon that I would go get Beth because someone needed to.
I walked down the length of their parking lot and there was a huge traffic jam at the entrance - I walked through it and then the cars started moving again. I remember a truck being in the front of the line on the road, and thinking that the guy had just stopped for no reason.
I showed up at the airport only to find the gate was super crowded. There was no place to sit and hardly a place to stand. A lot of people. The sign above the desk already said “To Seattle” since I was so late. I spotted an empty seat but by the time I made it over there it was gone. The plane unloaded, but Beth wasn’t on it. I kept waiting and waiting but she didn’t debark. I saw mom and went to stand near her. Some people moved so we sat down.
The pilot came out and went up onto a tall platform. He grabbed a microphone and said something, but he couldn’t be understood so someone yelled ‘louder’. He spoke up and asked, “Who forgot to…” then he mumbled something, sounding angry but controlled. The stewardesses and all the workers just looked at each other in terror and one said ‘it was on the front counter list to do’. The pilot almost yelled “but it wasn’t done!” I turned to mom and told her that without that thing being done would mean that he had to land the plane without any lights or guidance. I looked outside and it was the middle of a winter night and was snowing. I thought of how bumpy of a landing it must have been.
Then I noticed that mom and I had taken a seat on the airplane, and it was time for the plane to go back to Seattle… so it took off. With us on it. The front of the plane was all windows, so we could see where it was going. The plane didn’t get the right elevation and went through the tops of a lot of trees before turning around to land again.
The seat I was in was pushed too close to the seat in front of me. After the landing I stood up to pull the lever at the floor that would move the seat back. It moved a good six inches or so, but I still couldn’t fit into it. I moved up a seat and across from me were three guys of Indian/middle east nationality and they all wore large hoop earrings. The Indian man turned to me, fingered his right earring, and said, “They are so sexy”.
Themes: Airplane/Airport