Sunday, 4 November 2012
THis dream is possibly one of the weirdest I've had - and that's saying something! Started with me and my friend N at an unnamed London airport, waiting to catch a flight to Istanbul. I was very panicky, because I didn't know where anything was, I kept thinking that I had lost my tickets, was trying to find somewhere to have a smoke and the loos had weird symbols on them that I couldn't understand so I walked into the men's by mistake. Then, to make things worse, the flight was delayed. First by 20 minutes, then it kept creeping up until it was an hour. But it was hard trying to find out what was going on and I was terrified I might miss the flight. Then, for some reason, I decided to check on what B was up to. As is possible in dreamland, I suddenly appeared where he was - in a small boat in shark infested waters somewhere in the Indian Ocean. This had me even more panicky, especially when someone told me that part of the fun was that they were going into the water to ride on a whale, called a 'ridge'. I went mental and told him that there was no way I was going to allow him to ride a whale, nor to go into the sea that was full of sharks. Then I thought that the boat was far too small and flimsy to withstand a shark attack and demanded to see the skipper. He was a young kid, no older than B and I thought there was no possible way he could be qualified for this. So I demanded to see his qualifications, at which point he produced a small bit of paper, like a till receipt, covered in a foreign language that I couldn't understand. I was yelling that there was no way this was real and did not prove that he was qualified, all the time worried that sharks would attack, that B would die or be maimed and that I would miss my flight to Istanbul. Even though I had decided I didn't really want to go anyway. Next thing, I was back in the airport. The plane had arrived and people were being ushered onto it, while airport staff were walking around offering refunds to people who didn't want to go on it now because it was so late. I was frantically trying to find someone because I wanted a refund and to get back to get B out that boat, but the man I eventually managed to find told me I wasn't eligible for a refund. I was so anxious by then, I was practically in tears but I kept being pushed onto the plane. N was saying how much she was looking forward to seeing Istanbul, completely unaware of anything else happening. I was panicking and screaming that I didn't want to get on the plane, I just wanted to leave, when I woke up. Took me a good half an hour to stop feeling anxious!