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March 06, 2008 / Thursday
The Sky Is Falling
The world was ending, and I needed to leave. My dad took me to the airport and waited with me for my flight, but just before it was time to board the local mountaintops started erupting. They spewed rock upward into the sky; it was beautiful, until the rocks started hitting us. We ran back into the terminal, where I searched for a helmet for my dad, but it seemed there were helmets available only for the kids. I thought about stealing one off a kid's head for my dad, but before it came to that the eruption ended.
I grabbed my bag and fetched my phone. It had wigged out during the rock eruption, but I was able to restart it after several tries. My sister was there now, and I think I said something to her about meeting up with dad. I went outside, where I saw a teammate who was trying to get on the same flight. She was having trouble with her reservation now because she had a connecting flight to New York (from Boston, as we were flying to Boston), and the airline was booting passengers off that flight to make room for a soccer team that wanted to get home.
I called the number for the airline's customer service at that airport, and was told I could come on in. I walked into the building in front of me and talked to one of the restaurant chefs, who doubled as the customer service representative. We chatted about sleep strategies on overseas flights, he gave me some blueberry cheesecake, looked up some information about my flight, and handed it to me in a ticket envelope. Whatever he had written was a secret; I wasn't allowed to look at it until after I left. The cheesecake was tasty.
Back at my parents house, I called the airline (from the downstairs phone in the kitchen) to see if they were ever going to rebook me for my flight. Why would I need to get on a flight to Boston if I was already there? Beats me.
March 6, 2008 08:31 AM | Dreams
Comments
I don't think I've ever tasted anything in a dream. Interesting.
I love the mountains spewing rocks being beautiful until they started hitting you. That is so cool.
Posted by: Jennie at March 7, 2008 09:19 AM