"Last night I had the strangest dream..."
- Simon & Garfunkel -
I don't often recall my dreams...
They are usually pretty ephemeral, evaporating the moment I open my eyes.
I don't often recall my dreams...
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For some reason, however,
I remember a lot of the details from a rather unusual dream I had last night.
"Do you know the way to San Jose?"
If you click on the YouTube above, you can enjoy the sweet Dionne Warwick tune while you read the rest of my story.
Yes, I've been to San Jose before. I'm sure I could find my way there, either by road or as the crow flies... But I have absolutely no idea why San Jose may have been on my mind. I have always loved the song.
In my dream,
I was apparently at an airport. I was standing in one of two queues of people queued up in front of a folding table, one of those six-foot-long jobs you might find in a hotel conference room.
Behind the table,
a couple of people were handing out little business-card-sized red cards. Each card entitled the bearer to a free airline flight.
The reward seemed worth waiting a few minutes for in a line.
When I got up to the table, there was a small amount of explanatory chit-chat. The agent showed me both sides of the card, and somehow I ended up with two.
It must have been one of those days when all gates were occupied. I had to go outside the terminal building in order to board the plane. I found myself on the airport tarmac.
The boarding process,
however, was tricky business. Instead of the usual rolling staircase, there was a vertical ladder to climb. Balancing precariously at the top, I had to step over a gap to reach a walkway on a scaffold leading to the open cabin door.
This was complicated by the fact that I was carrying my own luggage. I was clutching two leather folios, about the size of attaché cases. I also had one rolled up sleeping bag, and some kind of pillow.
I managed to traverse the walkway.
As I entered the cabin of the plane, a stewardess greeted me at the door.
The aircraft was a typical "Jumbo Jet," with rows of red upholstered seats along the windows on both sides. Two aisles led toward the back, each providing access to either the window seats or to a central seating area.
The aircraft was a "Jumbo Jet" with two aisles.
Image courtesy of Masakazu Matsumoto CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons
The first couple of rows were filled with adults. The rest of the first-class seats held mostly children. I went back a couple of rows, walking down the left aisle, and squeezed past some children to take an open seat nearer to the right aisle.
While I was seating myself,
I noticed someone I knew from church in the row in front of me. I fastened my seatbelt, and was surprised again to discover that the woman seated on the aisle to my left was another acquaintance.
I began to greet her, and that is when the dream ended.
Did we ever make it to San Jose?
I suppose I'll have to wait until tonight to find out.
For the story of another unusual dream:
"The Olie"FIN
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