Dream
Sorry, I am posting as lot today, but I have to write about my dream last night:
So, I arrive with my luggage packed at this big industrial building that sits right on a beach. I have a one-way ticket to Australia in my hand. I get to the counter, they swipe my ticket in some weird machine, and tell me to find my appropriate room.
I walk down a long hallway with about 25 rooms. Each room looks the same from the outside, and there are no numbers or labels to identify them. I proceed to open each and every door in the hallway. Within each room, there are about 50 people. After opening every door, I ask those inside, “Where are you going?” I got a number of answers ranging from England to New York to Zimbabwe. However, at the very first door, the person told me that they were going to New York (weird).
Anyways, I get to the very last room, and still I hadn’t gotten the answer of “Australia”. I was so distraught, and I looked out the window to see a large ship with the words “AUSTRALIA” painted on the side starting to sail away (apparently we were taking a ship to an airport to the country, who knows, its a dream, ya know?). I bolt out the nearest door, and I am running down the beach that is full of thousands of people. One lady was digging a hole that was taller than her. It was about 10 feet deep, and she just kept flailing dirt out of the hole. Anyways, I keep running passed them, and pushing my way towards this large dock.
I see the boat slipping away just passed the dock, and I run and jump forward off the end of the dock to just miss the boat by about half an inch. I splash into the water, and a large black man dives in off the end of the dock. He grabs me, pulls me back to the edge of the dock, and introduces himself as “Punjab”. I started crying on his shoulder and told him that all I wanted to do was go to Australia and how I missed the boat. He was really friendly.
Then I woke up.
