Traveling Thoughts

Dear Dreams,

You’re incredibly strange, I’d say lately, but it’s not just lately, it’s all the time. Take last night for example, you had me stuck in an airport:

I had not a clue as to where I was, all I know is that I was stuck in an airport with every flight I was supposed to be on being cancelled. Every flight I rescheduled to be on was cancelled shortly after I paid. I saw Jim and Stephanie in line and I talked to them briefly. They even had a buffet in their line, so I got into line with them, but apparently you had to have a wrist band for southwest airlines on your wrist, mine was for northwest airlines. So I had to vacate the line.

I went to the Northwest Airlines booth and asked them the status of my flights, flight 615 from wherever I was to TN and flight 819 from TN to Albuquerque, NM. The flight to TN had been cancelled. I asked how I could schedule to get onto another flight and they said that just past gate 6G there was a computer station, but that we had to have our own computers. I pulled my MacBook out of my satchel and smiled. The lady pointed the direction.

I went to the computer station, a guy was packing up so I was going to take his spot as there was no one else in line. As I was plugging in my computer Ariel comes up to me and asks if she can do a quick search for gas prices in Santa Fe. I asked her why and she said she had to drive a load out of Santa Fe to San Antonio. So I raised my eyebrow and let her do her search. When she left I went about my search to find a way home, it dawned on me to ask her how she was getting back to Albuquerque, but only to late because when I turned around to ask her, she was already gone.

That’s where you left me, stuck in the airport in some unknown city unable to get back to Albuquerque.

Thanks for that,
Courtney

I’ve been watching a lot of Lost lately, probably too much, it’s pretty much consumed my free time (willingly of course, this isn’t anything that I’m doing not by choice). Saturday I started watching it, Sunday I finished watching Season 1, Monday I got in 3 episodes of Season 2. It’s just a slight addiction so have no fears, I’ll be able to wean myself off of it as soon as I finish with Season 3…Eh, who am I kidding, as I write this I’m jonesing for another episode, this is a deep addiction that came on quickly, I suffer from withdrawls while I’m at work, when I get home it’s the first thing I have to do, go to the TV and put another disk in, and now, it’s in my sleep.

This dream I had last night takes many parts out of the Lost show and puts them into my head:

I’m out in a jungle and there are tents everywhere, set up as though it were a compound of houses, there are people milling about, dogs barking. I’m having a conversation with a woman and all of the sudden there’s savage barking and mangy black haired wolves come running down the lane. People scatter fast, women and children are screaming. There’s a woman in a wheel chair trying to wheel away as fast as she can. One of the wolves is standing on the edge of the forest his teeth showing salivating heavily watching with his yellow eyes. Another woman runs over to the one in the wheel chair and picks her up, the woman stands on the little foot holders like she has no problem doing so, then she begins to have a fit, screaming about being put down and how she needs her shoes for therapy on Monday.

The mot jacked up dreams that I have ever had were when I was on morphene. Although, last night’s dreams come in to a pretty close second. And actually they weren’t even last night’s dreams, they were todays dreams…between last night and today I got close to 20 hours of sleep, and even now as I write this I could be sleeping, but I’ve got this commitment to keep, blog 365. So, last night’s feverish dreams:

(I really only have bits and pieces of this one)
I’m in sweden at a theme park, all the signs are written in swedish (don’t ask me how I know this, I just do). And there’s a war going on and things are blowing up and there’s people dressed in all black with night goggles on running around shooting their guns. And I’m running towards a space ship and some mom asks me to take her stroller with 3 kids in it. I turn around and I can see that the one in the front and the one in the middle have been shot. And I start to say something and she says that they’ll be ok, please take them, and she pushes the middle one up so that it’s not leaning out of the stroller anymore but is sitting up. Although I don’t say I’ll take them, I end up with them. Next thing I know I’m driving in a car and we pass a park, the one kid that’s alive wants to stop and go down the dinosaur slide. I keep driving, as we pass the bottom of the slide, there’s a man sitting there explaining to the kids at the park that they can’t go down the slide because it’s not complete. As I keep on driving I see that the end of the slide ends over a large drop that I can’t see the bottom of…

(the next dream)
I’m back working at Intel and I’m telling them how I don’t want to be there, the desks are lined up against the walls and the windows are large and unblinded…My old boss is in a cube, the GM is in a cube, and another GM for another group is in a cube lined up against the windows…they’re not full cubes, they’re more like desks with little separators between them, something you’d see in a library. They’re telling me new protocol stuff that has changed. The arguement begins over the fact that when I go for walks I have to follow the paths marked with “6″ and whatever way I was going it had to be a “6″ if I were walking the wrong way it’d be a “9″ and that was unacceptable. I begin to say how saying where I had to walk and which way I could walk on a path outside was unacceptable…

That’s all I remember of my dreams…

We jump from the plane, 3 of us, and proceed to immediately pull our parachutes, there’s not much time for freefall. I was the last to jump so after my parachute is out and working, I guide it over to the guy that jumped before me, and then we head towards the guy that jumped first. There’s some conversation, actually, me yelling at the guys about how we’re over water and that it’s shallow (only a couple inches deep) and that we need to come in like we’re landing on land and we need to grab our parachutes quickly because we don’t want them soaked. They just look at me and roll their eyes as if they needed to be told any of this. We all have a successful landing on our feet, grab our parachutes, and walk towards the center of the island.

As we’re walking, I notice that there are 2 sharks swimming near to the coast. I point them out to the guys “hey guys, look, sharks” and we all stop in our tracks, turn our heads, and squint as though it will help us see better. One of the guys says, “is that two sharks, or….nah it couldn’t be” the other guy finishes his thought, “a shark with two dorsal fins” we start to walk towards the shark. me “those dorsal fins are awfully close together for it to be two sharks” as we get closer, we’re no longer wondering about the sharks but why the water is so deep over here but so shallow where we landed. In our pondering of the water, we lose track of the shark(s).

We turn around and continue to head towards the center of the island. We eventually come to the parachute lockers, so we hang our parachutes knowing full well that by not packing them now we were going to have to come back and pack them later. We then walk towards the main building. As we’re doing so, we pass several pools, each pool has a shark in it. One of the guys goes up to the edge of a pool to get a close look at the shark, he mutters something about mutations. Him getting close to the edge was a big mistake as the shark jumped out and grabbed him by the torso snapping him in two. There was a magnificent display of blood being spurted everywhere. We were in range to get splashed with it too. It was terrifying.

We now knew that we had to avoid the pools. As we approached the building, the guy and I split paths. I went into the building to the psyche ward where I was put in a room with a man who was so not with it, my goal was to try talking to him. Mr. Frisbe was his name. The look in his eyes, he wasn’t with us. Doctors kept coming in and out, doing blood tests, adjusting the stuff running through his IV. One doctor took me aside and said that it was imperative that I get him to speak.

The doctors then left, the man’s eyes cleared up and he said, very clearly, “I need to get out of here, will you help me, you just have to think about me not being in here, please, help me”

Next thing I know, I’m staring out the window, watching monkey’s being unloaded from a truck, and an attempt being made at trying to get fences up to contain the monkeys as they dance around, and there, I see, Mr. Frisbe, in his gown, his ass showing, as he runs away. Interesting I think to myself as doctors run into the room screaming explicatives as to where Mr. Frisbe went. All I could ask was “what’s up with the monkeys”

i’m on a cruise ship with the people that i usually house sit for, it’s like a disney cruise, bit it’s a sea world cruise. I walk onto the ship to the family and they don’t see me, I see them, I hear them, but they can’t see me, it’s like I’m not there. They walk off and I’m left there standing all by myself. I can’t help but wonder why I’m there in the first place, I should be house-sitting for them, who’s watching their house.

I decided to wonder around the ship and see what there is, I walk into a tunnel and there’s a window, looking through the window I see a beluga whale. I decide to go topside because his head is poking out of the water and I want to see him upclose and personal. As I walk up the ramp to go outside, a rush of water sweeps me away, next thing I know I’m in the pool with the beluga whale and the water in the pool is swirling, round and round and round, me and the beluga whale, the beluga whale that I wanted to see up close and personal.

I woke up to the sound of someone saying “that’s a great place for that”, I look at the floor and see that my cell phone is lying there. Is that what they were talking about, reprimanding me about my cell phone being on the floor, how come I can’t see anyone. I picked up my phone and looked at the time 1:30, I panicked, I had to get to the monorail and get back to my hotel, but I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t know what hotel I was staying in. I really didn’t want to have to go hail a cab, I have no problems taking a cab if someone is with me, but the thought of doing so all by myself scares me. I broke out in a cold sweat, I was lost.

The room I was in was dark, by the glow of my cell I started looking around, how could I have been hearing voices there’s no one else in the room, Sleepy Bear was tossed on the floor along with some pillows, wow, rough night, but the night had barely begun, I was all alone and lost and then it dawned on me, I was at home, in my own bed, not in Vegas, not in some unknown bed, and I didn’t have to rush off to the monorail.

2 rows of men, 10 men in each.   In each row stand 5 men in black robes with their faces covered by black hoods and white skull masks on.  They each stand behind men and women of varying ages  with barely any clothes on.  The clothes they have on are bedraggled.  They look as though they’ve been starved to death.  A look into their eyes reveals a hollowness.  Drums play in the background.  The men in the robes hold axes that have a handle of about 4 feet long.  They begin tossing them as though the axes are flags.  The drumming goes faster, the axes spin faster.  And then the drumming stops.  The men hold their axes, and then a final beat. *BAH* and the heads of the unknown get severed and  there’s a tap of the handles as they return to the ground back at the sides of the robed men.

Faces are blurred and I’m talking to a man, all of the sudden I get shocked with a taser gun and pass out.  When I come to, I’m gagged and bound on the fourth floor of the building.  (The floor we can’t get to, the elevators have a button but it doesn’t push and the stairs, well, I’ve never gone up the stairs).  How I know I’m on the fourth floor, I don’t know, but I’m there.  I look around and see shelves, high metal shelves with boxes on them, down the row are rolling carts.  My hands are tied behind my back but I fuss with the rope and it eventually comes off.  Knowing that there must be cameras somewhere watching me I take both hands and in an extremely pronounced manner stick up my middle fingers.  I untie the thing that’s tied around my head and in my mouth and head towards the stairs.  I try to open the doors but I can’t, they’re locked.  I go find the elevators, of course they don’t open with the push of the button because they don’t go up this far.  Somehow I manage to get the doors open, I look down, it’s dark and scary and cold in the elevator shaft.  I jump to the lines and shimmy down them.  I don’t know how far I go down or where I am when I’m finally standing on the elevator.  There’s no escape hatch in the elevator so I have no choice but to yell and holler to try and get someones attention.  I feel the doors open so I start jumping up and down and hollering ’somebody help me please’ this goes on for a long time, and the elevator goes up and down, it’s fast so I have to be careful when it’s going down and of course when it’s coming back up.  Finally, the doors open up above, my elevator hasn’t moved for sometime, they must have stopped, I see a head peer down, ‘is somebody down there?’  I look up, ‘help me please, I’m down here on the elevator’.  They send a guy down to get me out of there, when I’m on the floor one of the security guards says ‘Courtney, where have you been, you’ve been missing for three days…’