Actually, it was much more elaborate than that, as my dreams usually are (Cara can testify - I've regaled her with dreamscape stories about whales in Paris and a quest to destroy Salazaar Slytherin (I'm still cool I promise)). The dream went something like this -
I woke up, realizing that it was 9:00 and my flight was at 10:00. I must have been in Berkeley, even though my surroundings were decidedly Texan, because I remember thinking to myself, "I can't take the BART to SFO, it'll take an hour. Someone has to drive me." Some guy offered to give me a ride (I don't remember who, so we'll skip the Freudian analysis), and I left without packing - just zipped up my suitcase and shot out the door. In a later part of my dream I remember remembering, "Fuck, I left all my toiletries." We took this weird convoluted route through dirt roads and up mountains (yes, this is still San Francisco), finally arriving at the airport minutes late. They don't let me on the flight. The airline is Southwest, which is appropriate because they fucked up my last flight in all sorts of ways. Anyway, I look over and who do I see but Sophie! Apparently, she missed her flight to Madrid too. The next few minutes of the dream are taken up with me trying to decipher this convoluted chart that the airline rep hands me, which is supposed to be a flight schedule but looks like gibberish. There are no other flights to Paris. Ever. For the rest of time. With the same chart, Sophie finds another flight to Madrid and walks away happily, and I'm left stranded and alone, pulling my suitcase towards the automatic doors.
The upside is that now I'm going to set 3 alarms 5 hours ahead on the day I actually leave.
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I'm running a bunch of errands with my dad today for Bordeaux. We're getting euros from the bank, picking up adapters and converters from Radio Shack, and getting a new suitcase from Southwest because they fucking destroyed the one I had. I'm not bitter, by the way. I want to pick up travel guide books and a book of French slang. There are so many things to take care of that keep popping in my head, it's impossible to keep track. My suitcase is already overflowing - I'll definitely be leaving a few things I originally packed at my family friend's place in Texas. Better to be overprepared than not at all, right?
2 comments:
ahhh! I will most definitely have a similar dream in one weeks time! gotta say that at least its pretty hilarious in hindsite (SF roads of dirt and sophie finding her flight etc.) it also has a good snipet of what to remember to do... now im thinking about packing!
haha, I have been having France-related nightmares since Thanksgiving. I think my first one was about being at the consulate in SF and not having any of my documents ready. It's pathetic.
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