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c9Not sure how it started, but last night in my dream I was on a rather long vacation. It involved being somewhere in Africa (the highways made me think of South Africa) but I was also somewhere else first (no memory of it) and then in Cape Breton visiting my parents afterwards. My parents don't live there anymore, but they did in the dream. We were in a hospital for some reason, and ended up having several relatives visit, one of whom is currently bedridden in home care for the last few months of his life. He was totally healthy and vital in my dream and I got to give him a big hug which is nice, since I probably won't see him again for real.
The travel was all on connecting flights. One morning in Sydney River at my parents', I realized that I had a flight to catch that was going to take me home. Not a flight from Sydney though, this was my final flight home from Johannesburg or somewhere. I needed to, in theory, drive back down Nova Scotia, fly back over to Africa, and then catch my final flight home. I had already switched to a slightly earlier flight with a travel agent too, so I considered if switching back (an hour or two difference) would make catching the flight possible. In the end I realized that I could probably get a one way flight from Sydney to Toronto and just forget about the long convulated journey originally planned. This was a very questionable tactic though.
At one point hurrying to an airport in Africa somewhere I was riding a motorcycle, but going too fast and was afraid I might fall. I also think there was a boat involved somewhere. Crazy.
The travel was all on connecting flights. One morning in Sydney River at my parents', I realized that I had a flight to catch that was going to take me home. Not a flight from Sydney though, this was my final flight home from Johannesburg or somewhere. I needed to, in theory, drive back down Nova Scotia, fly back over to Africa, and then catch my final flight home. I had already switched to a slightly earlier flight with a travel agent too, so I considered if switching back (an hour or two difference) would make catching the flight possible. In the end I realized that I could probably get a one way flight from Sydney to Toronto and just forget about the long convulated journey originally planned. This was a very questionable tactic though.
At one point hurrying to an airport in Africa somewhere I was riding a motorcycle, but going too fast and was afraid I might fall. I also think there was a boat involved somewhere. Crazy.
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Date: 2006-03-20 05:34 am (UTC)