Travel?
Well, I'm going to Florida in a little under a month and already have the strange dreams started. I blame this one partly on the Aquateens.
So the other night I had this dream that I was getting a ride to the airport from Dracula. He was speeding because the sun was coming up and I was worried that we were going to get a speeding ticket so I yelled at him. "Okay, pal, I know the dead travel fast but this is ridiculous! I just want to get to the airport without getting pulled over!"
He gives me this look without saying anything, to which I reply "I am SO not scared of you, I know you, and if you know what's good for you you'll SLOW THE CAR DOWN." Then we had this big long argument which sort of ended at the airport when he parked in the red zone (saying it was his color) and blocked like fifty buses from getting in. I decided to split the scene because I just knew I'd get in trouble for whatever he did for some reason. So then came the problem of there being like, no airport. Like none. So I was thinking to myself "That's okay, I can just pretend there's an airport, no big." And so I take my luggage and march into the non-existent airport to get my bags checked. There's a plane though, for which I am very grateful, and someone checking bags. But somehow my bag spontaneously turns into this paper sack full of grapes and trout, and I can't check it in. Instead I have to watch my plane take off into the desert without me and I settle for playing cards with the bag-checker who is suddenly a very large wolf-dog wearing a jaunty pilot cap.
It wasn't exactly stressful but man was it WEIRD! Surreal, I'd almost say.
So the other night I had this dream that I was getting a ride to the airport from Dracula. He was speeding because the sun was coming up and I was worried that we were going to get a speeding ticket so I yelled at him. "Okay, pal, I know the dead travel fast but this is ridiculous! I just want to get to the airport without getting pulled over!"
He gives me this look without saying anything, to which I reply "I am SO not scared of you, I know you, and if you know what's good for you you'll SLOW THE CAR DOWN." Then we had this big long argument which sort of ended at the airport when he parked in the red zone (saying it was his color) and blocked like fifty buses from getting in. I decided to split the scene because I just knew I'd get in trouble for whatever he did for some reason. So then came the problem of there being like, no airport. Like none. So I was thinking to myself "That's okay, I can just pretend there's an airport, no big." And so I take my luggage and march into the non-existent airport to get my bags checked. There's a plane though, for which I am very grateful, and someone checking bags. But somehow my bag spontaneously turns into this paper sack full of grapes and trout, and I can't check it in. Instead I have to watch my plane take off into the desert without me and I settle for playing cards with the bag-checker who is suddenly a very large wolf-dog wearing a jaunty pilot cap.
It wasn't exactly stressful but man was it WEIRD! Surreal, I'd almost say.