Dream Log

Last night I dreamed Robin and I were in a long line at the airport waiting to board a flight. The flight was overbooked, and we could not board. We were told we would be provided with transportation to another gate for another plane at another airport. A while later, a big cargo truck rolled up, and the driver stopped in front of us and rolled down his window.

“Hello, Mr. Bell, I am here to take you to your gate.”

“Don’t I know you?”

Well, you should, we worked together for 12 years at Anchor Glass.”

Robin and I climbed abroad. She on top of the cab, and I was on top of the cargo with nothing to hold onto. WE drove wildly through the city streets on the way to our final destination. Robin was sitting Indian style on the cab, holding on for dear life with her long hair streaming back behind her. I’m sitting on the load on the back of the truck, trying to find a purchase so that I wouldn’t fall off.

Then I woke up.