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Frantic. End of school mere days away. Anxiety. I am having a - well, not quite recurring dream, but a series of dreams. I dream I'm on the way to the airport to catch a plane, but some obstacle is always in the way. The car breaks down. I forget or lose my passport/ticket/luggage/mind. I go to the wrong airport. The plane simply isn't there when it's supposed to be, or it's not where it's supposed to be. Terrorist intervene. One night I was lost in the carpark, there was just carpark and no airport, and I drove round and round and round the maze of parked cars unable to find either a parking spot or my way out, and saw not a soul (that one was a nightmare, I made myself wake up, heart pounding and in a muck sweat).
The best one was a night or two ago: I made it to the airport, parked the car, had my passport etc, joined to queue to board and just as I was about to finally get on the plane I glanced out the window and discovered that I was about to board a ginormous bright yellow banana! Snork, wonder what Freud would have made of that...
1 comment:
When school ends the dream will too, it's all about missing deadlines isn't it?
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