Infinite Monkeys

Weird Dream

I have a LOT of very vivid, strange dreams. Last night, I dreamed I was in Salt Lake City, trying to make my way to Boston to meet with a customer. I stopped in the bar and had a drink, and ALMOST missed my flight. In fact, they backed away from the gate while I ran in that slow-motion, stuck-in-goo dream run. I convinced the gate agent to get the plane back (should have known it was a dream right there!) and as people were getting off the plane for a "break" before we took off, I realized that this plane wasn't going to Boston, but to San Jose.

So, sneaking back up the jetway, I made my way to another gate. I explained that I HAD to get to Boston tonight. They said that all flights to Boston were departed, but there was one plane left that was going to New York City. Looking out the window, the plane was a small eight-seat twin engine prop plane. What Bobcat Goldthwaite has called a "Buddy Holly killin' plane." But I don't really fear small planes, so I accept. However, I get destracted having a conversation with the gate agent, who knows me from some previous weird dream scenario. As we talk, the plane to NYC departs. So I'm stuck again.

The next available plane is a two-seater, going to Burlington, VT. Again, I accept. Working my way down to the plane, I realize that I don't have my bags. After scrambling back into the terminal and finding my bags, we're off. However, and this is the worst part of the dream, my iPod Nano is completely destroyed. The silicone nano-tube that's protecting it has experienced some kind of plastic rot, and the nano itself is broken apart and looks sprung like an alarm clock from an old Warner Bros. cartoon.

So it's late, I have no music, I'm wet (did I mention it was raining?), and I've got to chat with the pilot. We make small-talk as we drive the small plane THROUGH the terminal, nicking the occasional person with the propeller (nobody gets hurt - it's like getting hit by a ceiling fan for some reason) before we finally take off. Not long into the flight, however, the pilot decides to stop off at a friend's house for a visit. Inexplicably, I don't object.

So we land in the friend's front yard, and drive the plane into a barn, which is home to a bunch of birds that live in small mud dwellings, like wasps. At this point the dream sort of unravels, and I wake up.

Well, there you go. Someday I'll tell you about my creepy vampire dream.

Posted by RobbL at February 24, 2006 08:49 AM