I’m up early, in view of the fact that it’s Sunday morning and I don’t have to get up at all, Sam’s hockey practice changed schedule again. But I’m wide awake after a series of pretty unpleasant dreams.
In the most recent one I was at the airport and late for my flight to Saudi Arabia while a couple of Saudis had me, just in a corner of the lobby, looking over my tent disapprovingly. There was pretty good reason for their disapproval. The tent was a gift from my brother and it was about the kind of thing one would expect from my brother. A faded, old, massive green tent that smelled of the smoke of a thousand campfires, and had many questionable things, including bags of various herbs, inside it, and it was all a bit incongruous because I was supposed to be on a business trip and I was in a suit and tie and all and wearing an expensive watch. I asked them if there was someplace I could store the tent at the airport, just to expedite my trip, and they said “On a Saturday?” like good luck, so I said just a minute and carried the tent, which was fully assembled, not rolled up, through the lobby and over to a cafeteria where I dumped the most suspicious looking of the herbal packets in one of those tray stacker mini-closets like they have at fast food restaurants, and just a few minutes before (I remember the time in my dream – my flight was at 2 p.m. -it said 14 on the ticket- and it was 10 past 1) I’d been eating in that cafeteria and then stood up on the table and stepped over somebody elses food to get out in a hurry and before that I was sitting in a different airport cafeteria talking to some girl who looked a bit like my friend Alicia but it wasn’t her about what a lousy parent I was because I owed both my kids money (which is not true) and how I’d left Sam at home alone (which we do sometimes, but I still worry about it) and before that, I was at home and arguing with Sam because I’d promised him he could drive me to the airport (he’s 7) and now was renegging and I don’t know how I got from there to the airport, in dreams teleportation is possible, and before that I’d been arguing with my wife, I remember one of us saying that we’d been dating since she was 14 and she was always the responsible one. It is true that she’s always been the responsible one, and she’s significantly younger than I am, but 14 is a gross exaggeration.
The underlying them of all the dreams was that I was late for a flight, even though the action in the dream seemed to take place over a series of several days.
What does it mean? I think it’s just a reminder that my passport has expired and I need to renew it.
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