Need to stop dreaming about Antarctica...
Seriously. This is now like the 3rd dream I've had where I go down and visit Sagwah for some reason or another. And each time I'm like "This is a dream. This has to be a dream." and I look around for signs that it is, or that it isn't. And each time I'm like "Ok.... I remember X, Y, and Z happening in real life so this MUST be real. Yay!" And then I wake up and get all depressed.
This time.. don't ask me how I didn't know it was a dream, but anyways.
My "memory" remembers an email going out about some part time research opportunity in Antarctica. Naturally I'm like "Hells yes!" and fill it out, and get this sheet to fill out because I got selected. That's in the "past". The dream starts as we're all filing to get in to this little plane that will take us to the big plane that will take us to the Ice. This is where I should have realized it was a dream.
1) The aperture to get into the cabin of the plane is literally too small for someone not a swizzle stick to get through. Guys with size 13 feet are definitely out as they couldn't get their feet through.
2) My seat is literally not on the plane. And I'm not saying "there is no seat Y", I mean that seat Y is literally about 50 feet OUTSIDE of the plane, just sitting on the ground.
3) For some reason, I had to take my shirt off. And that was a day I wasn't wearing a bra (which.. never happens in life. Wal-Mart run.. ok. Can go bra-less. Anything more than that... need support)
4) Everyone boards the plane and the way of getting my seat actually ON the plane is to literally have it FLY. Yes. Fly. The plane would soar up and then go over me and the pull from the plane would pull me into the air and the plane would keep doing dive bombs to keep me from crashing.
So you have a topless fat chick buckled into an airline seat that's flying. And somehow I thought this was normal.
Anyways.. after nearly crashing in my seat a few times, we finally get to the area where I can actually get my seat on the plane. They have to pull me onto this lift thing first. And they kept trying to pinch my shoulders or something because I didn't have a shirt on. I told them to use the waist of my jeans and they were like "Oh... sorry.. we were... uh.. distracted". Somehow, being topless didn't bother me.
So.. I somehow wiggle onto the plane. Friend Ginny is sitting shotgun next to the pilot, who happens to be my high school assistant band director. Don't ask me. Anyways.. .I'm far in the back and chatting to this guy next to me. For some reason we're behind all the cargo, and the cargo is a bunch of candybars. Apparently people at McMurdo need their chocolate. :-p We pull out our sheets that we've filled out and I'm thinking "Ok.. I remember filling this out. Therefore this MUST be real! This is actually happening!" I'm still topless, by the way.
After flying for a bit, the pilot apparently gets tired of flying and just drives on the roads for a while before we make a pit stop. I'm given this pink plastic see through rainjacket to "cover up" with. Size small. Somehow it worked and everyone treated me normally after that.
There also was a dog who bit my watch off. I don't know where the dog came from.
So eventually we all get to Antarctica. As I'm the one that actually knows someone, I'm sent out to scout. Yes, it was like landing on a new planet, and I was the redshirt in the away team. I was in socks, jeans, and the see through pink raincoat. Also, we had landed in some kind of giant ice tunnel with a single door on one side of the tunnel leading into McMurdo. After seeing McMurdo in numerous pictures, really don't ask me why my brain decided to make it a giant ice tunnel.
So I'm sliding around in my socks and it appears that shift change happened, because suddenly the tunnel was filled with people in different colored parkas. I knew Sagwah had a red parka, so I started looking for people in red parkas. She recognized me and we gave each other huge hugs and I went back to the plane to introduce her to people. Then people got paired up with someone else who was stationed at McMurdo and we all went inside.
My brain decided that there was this HUGE common area (as in like.. 4 stories tall warehouse type thing) and so Sagwah and I sat down and she was complaining to a friend about how today was bread day, and she was tired of bread day because yesterday was bread day, and tomorrow will be bread day. Apparently she doesn't like bread? Or maybe bread means more skuas? I don't know.
Anyways.. she handed my my little sheet that I filled out (how she got it, I don't know) and pointed out that I had failed my "Antarctica test", only getting a 74. I was baffled because I remembered I'd at least gotten an 80. She tried to make me feel better saying that likely whoever graded it was a harsh grader and she'd get someone to re-grade it. I said that *I* graded my own test. While I was staring at my test trying to figure out where I'd screwed up, she took it from me and went "OH! Nevermind.. you really did get an 80. Ok.. you pass!"
And that's when I woke up.
I wish I could actually get down there just so my brain would stop doing this. Also to visit Sagwah. And see penguins.
This time.. don't ask me how I didn't know it was a dream, but anyways.
My "memory" remembers an email going out about some part time research opportunity in Antarctica. Naturally I'm like "Hells yes!" and fill it out, and get this sheet to fill out because I got selected. That's in the "past". The dream starts as we're all filing to get in to this little plane that will take us to the big plane that will take us to the Ice. This is where I should have realized it was a dream.
1) The aperture to get into the cabin of the plane is literally too small for someone not a swizzle stick to get through. Guys with size 13 feet are definitely out as they couldn't get their feet through.
2) My seat is literally not on the plane. And I'm not saying "there is no seat Y", I mean that seat Y is literally about 50 feet OUTSIDE of the plane, just sitting on the ground.
3) For some reason, I had to take my shirt off. And that was a day I wasn't wearing a bra (which.. never happens in life. Wal-Mart run.. ok. Can go bra-less. Anything more than that... need support)
4) Everyone boards the plane and the way of getting my seat actually ON the plane is to literally have it FLY. Yes. Fly. The plane would soar up and then go over me and the pull from the plane would pull me into the air and the plane would keep doing dive bombs to keep me from crashing.
So you have a topless fat chick buckled into an airline seat that's flying. And somehow I thought this was normal.
Anyways.. after nearly crashing in my seat a few times, we finally get to the area where I can actually get my seat on the plane. They have to pull me onto this lift thing first. And they kept trying to pinch my shoulders or something because I didn't have a shirt on. I told them to use the waist of my jeans and they were like "Oh... sorry.. we were... uh.. distracted". Somehow, being topless didn't bother me.
So.. I somehow wiggle onto the plane. Friend Ginny is sitting shotgun next to the pilot, who happens to be my high school assistant band director. Don't ask me. Anyways.. .I'm far in the back and chatting to this guy next to me. For some reason we're behind all the cargo, and the cargo is a bunch of candybars. Apparently people at McMurdo need their chocolate. :-p We pull out our sheets that we've filled out and I'm thinking "Ok.. I remember filling this out. Therefore this MUST be real! This is actually happening!" I'm still topless, by the way.
After flying for a bit, the pilot apparently gets tired of flying and just drives on the roads for a while before we make a pit stop. I'm given this pink plastic see through rainjacket to "cover up" with. Size small. Somehow it worked and everyone treated me normally after that.
There also was a dog who bit my watch off. I don't know where the dog came from.
So eventually we all get to Antarctica. As I'm the one that actually knows someone, I'm sent out to scout. Yes, it was like landing on a new planet, and I was the redshirt in the away team. I was in socks, jeans, and the see through pink raincoat. Also, we had landed in some kind of giant ice tunnel with a single door on one side of the tunnel leading into McMurdo. After seeing McMurdo in numerous pictures, really don't ask me why my brain decided to make it a giant ice tunnel.
So I'm sliding around in my socks and it appears that shift change happened, because suddenly the tunnel was filled with people in different colored parkas. I knew Sagwah had a red parka, so I started looking for people in red parkas. She recognized me and we gave each other huge hugs and I went back to the plane to introduce her to people. Then people got paired up with someone else who was stationed at McMurdo and we all went inside.
My brain decided that there was this HUGE common area (as in like.. 4 stories tall warehouse type thing) and so Sagwah and I sat down and she was complaining to a friend about how today was bread day, and she was tired of bread day because yesterday was bread day, and tomorrow will be bread day. Apparently she doesn't like bread? Or maybe bread means more skuas? I don't know.
Anyways.. she handed my my little sheet that I filled out (how she got it, I don't know) and pointed out that I had failed my "Antarctica test", only getting a 74. I was baffled because I remembered I'd at least gotten an 80. She tried to make me feel better saying that likely whoever graded it was a harsh grader and she'd get someone to re-grade it. I said that *I* graded my own test. While I was staring at my test trying to figure out where I'd screwed up, she took it from me and went "OH! Nevermind.. you really did get an 80. Ok.. you pass!"
And that's when I woke up.
I wish I could actually get down there just so my brain would stop doing this. Also to visit Sagwah. And see penguins.