11:53 am - Wednesday, Jan. 21, 2004
My dream
It's been a while. That being said, it's been a while since I had a spare moment to sit at my desk and ponder what is going on around me, instead of just rushing through it. I took a sick day today ... woke up coughing, stuffed sinuses, chills, aching legs. The thought of walking in the cold was less than appealing. And as I slept this morning, I had the most vivid dreams, which I want to record before they fade. This may not make sense to anyone else but me...
I was flying home after reading week from Vancouver to Toronto to Kingston. I guess that all of the flights to Toronto were full, as I had to take a detour, and fly down to the California/Mexico border, and then up to Toronto. When I got to this city (an imaginary one), my mom was waiting there for me, and took me back to Michael's sister's house for the night. I slept over, took a shower in the morning in this strange little tub, and went to the airport. I was so upset at my mom for booking my flight this way, because I didn't have my birth certificate with me, and I was scared that I wouldn't make it though customs. I missed my first flight, because I was too embaressed to go through customs, and I was booked on another one 5 hours later. All around the airport were tv's hung from the ceiling and vcr's - and there was a movie check out where you could rent videos to watch. Nobody in the airport would tell me what the city was called, and that frusturated me. I was hoping that we were in New Mexico, because I had never been there before, but I was told that we were just south of San Diego. I got really upset because I had no american money, and I didn't know the phone number or name of the place where Mom and Michael were staying. I was worried that I would be lost in this airport forever. At one point, I took of in a strangers car, trying to find them, but the city was a maze of palm trees and sand dunes, and I got very lost.
I got back, and as I was hanging out in the airport, I looked at my watch and realized that my next flight left in 5 minutes. I raced through customs - the old man there just winked at me and stamped my ticket, and I got a seat on the plane . . . just in time. The plane had a hard time taking off - each time we tried to lift the nose off, the entire plane would flip over backwards. It wasn't as scary as it would have been in real life though.
After landing in Toronto, I realized that the next plane for Kingston didn't leave until the following morning. Regan was with me, but he was going on to Halifax. I went to the hotel, which was also where Mom and Michael were staying (no idea how they got there), and they were going to Victoria the next day. They reminded me that I wasn't going to Kingston, I was going to Victoria too . . . this seemed right with me. Yes - I did go to school in Victoria, didn't I. The Victoria flight left only 1/2 hour after my flight arrived. I decided that I didn't want to wait, and I raced back to the airport and turned back time so that I could board the Victoria plane. I felt bad for not telling mom where I went, but I figured that I would call her later. The flight from Toronto to Victoria took just about 5 seconds. I took a bus to Michael's house there, and found Jon (Mike's son) staying by himself with his pet guinea pig. The guinea pig was about the size of large pillow, and I was trying to find a measuring tape so that I could tell Alana how big Puck was going to be.
Then , people started to arrive. They were all people that I knew, either from high school or from university. The house must have had 200 or 300 people there, and the more that arrived, the bigger the house got to accomodate them. Someone decided that we have a kissing party, and that everyone kiss whoever they wanted to. This was interesting, I watched a whole bunch of people kissing, before I decided to get in on the action myself. I started kissing everyone - boys and girls (which, in the dream, seemed completly normal), and mostly people who I found attractive in the past, or had a crush on. It was so sexy. Marcus was kissing people too, and I didn't mind, and he didn't mind which was weird. The kissing ended when everyone went to watch a movie on the lawn outside (by this time, there were thousands of people in the house). I went downstairs and made out with Alistair, my boyfriend from 8th grade, and all of a sudden realized how wrong it was (mainly because he told me he hadn't washed his hair in three days). I went to watch the movie with Marcus, and just as the movie ended, I woke up.
Weeeeird. Seriously, and there are so many more details that I remember as well. It was one of the most vivid and complete dreams that I have ever had. Just wanted to put it down, so that I would never forget. I'm going to work, and then lighting tonight. I have no idea how I am going to get ready for chair transition tomorrow, and get all of the costumes done for Friday (for follow your nose) and monday (for the rest of the shows), and do lighting and the strike this weekend for Vogt C, and stay on top of my Head Gael commitments. Bah. This too will pass. I'm off to get dressed.
B
