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Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Dream from last night
The dream started off in a plane. (For some reason I was going to New York, all by myself.) I came out from the toilet and was heading back to my seat when the seatbelt button flashed above a door. Suddenly the plane went down really fast, giving me no time to go anywhere and all I could do was to try and hang on to whatever was available to grab, bracing for the impact as we landed. Nice way to start a dream ... not.
When arriving at the airport, I spotted a few old classmates. We started talking and I followed them to this desk, because it felt logical to go through the same procedure as them. (Saved me the hassle of finding out myself.)
Apparently you had to show your visum, which I didn't have because no one told me that I would need one. These visums, I was told by the staff, had to be ordered two weeks before you left to New York. There was no way to get hold of one on the spot and if you got caught without it, you'd be deported. (The funny thing was that as long as I didn't get caught, I could stay.)
The thought of spending all that time to get there (not to mention enduring that flight) and then being told at any minute I would be sent home again, was nerveracking. It was also highly frustrating that I'd missed doing something in preperation for the journey. Again.
Seeing as there was nothing I could do, I simply tagged along with the friends for a while. But somehow it didn't feel right. Whether it was because I was on edge about being caught, or because it didn't seem right to force myself on my old friends, I felt really left out. And it wasn't like I had come there with them.
I quickly excused myself and went on my way, not really knowing where to go. The only thought that kept going in my head was that I wanted to go to the park. Central Park ?
Somehow I got talking to this guy, who didn't have a visum either, and we decided to head to an embassy together. The dream skipped a little at this point and the next thing I know, I'm standing at a desk with a paper in my hand. A lady is looking at me sympathetically and I'm crying, doing my best to convince her that the document I'm holding is authentic. Which it isn't, but I know that if she buys it I'll get my visum.
And she does, to my great surprise. The paper is exchanged for a visum and I turn to walk out the doors of the building, still not quite believing I pulled off a stunt like that. Just as my hands reach out for the handle of the glass door, the sun shines through and lights up the space around me. I squint my eyes and the dream ends.
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