i dreamed last night that i managed to finally pull together a vacation trip that i'd been wanting to take for a very long time. i had a lot of troubles getting it all set up, and once i was on the plane i began worrying about all that i'd forgotten -- did i have my passport? i figured i must have, since i was on the plane. did i have charger for my phone? no, i didn't. did i have clothes, cell charger, and paper for letter writing? no, not really. but i had a carry-on backpack full of something.
i worried that on arrival, my hosts would discover things about my heritage and lock me up in a dungeon and nobody would come to my aid. that was a real problem, and a risk i was going to have to take -- since i didn't think of it until the plane took off. besides, i figured, i wasn't important enough to warrant that kind of digging, although it wouldn't take much if the government was inclined to be thorough.
oh! i realized with a start that i hadn't told my boss i was going on vacation. that would be bad, i figured, since he might notice a two week absence. fortunately, one of my coworkers was traveling as well, though not "with" me, per se. mr adam burns (ahem), and he had the boss's phone number. i called him from my cell phone, cursing the fact that now my boss would have my private number, and told him i'd be out. he said that was fine.
all that settled, i sat back to attempt to enjoy the long flight to iran.
the plane was very large, with few seats per aisle, tons and tons of leg room, and six foot wide aisles. i got up to go for a little walk and felt the plane landing. it was way too soon for that. as the plane came down, i looked at the floor and could see tiled bathroom floor moving aft where the cabin floor should have been. the plane was no plane at all, just a big metal skeleton full of chairs. the plane came to a stop and my fellow passengers noticed that we had no crew. we all went outside to look around, and found we were in a sandy beach-canyon area, with high, sandy sea cliffs and no sight of water. we poked around in the sand for a bit and went back into the plane.
all our luggage was gone, including my bag that had nothing useful in it, as were our airfares. it was made known to us at that point (by the dungeon master, i guess) that the people running this "airline" were notorious swindlers and scammers, and we'd been had. there would be no trip to iran and no refunds.
that dream came to an end and i moved on to one significantly less pleasant.
i worried that on arrival, my hosts would discover things about my heritage and lock me up in a dungeon and nobody would come to my aid. that was a real problem, and a risk i was going to have to take -- since i didn't think of it until the plane took off. besides, i figured, i wasn't important enough to warrant that kind of digging, although it wouldn't take much if the government was inclined to be thorough.
oh! i realized with a start that i hadn't told my boss i was going on vacation. that would be bad, i figured, since he might notice a two week absence. fortunately, one of my coworkers was traveling as well, though not "with" me, per se. mr adam burns (ahem), and he had the boss's phone number. i called him from my cell phone, cursing the fact that now my boss would have my private number, and told him i'd be out. he said that was fine.
all that settled, i sat back to attempt to enjoy the long flight to iran.
the plane was very large, with few seats per aisle, tons and tons of leg room, and six foot wide aisles. i got up to go for a little walk and felt the plane landing. it was way too soon for that. as the plane came down, i looked at the floor and could see tiled bathroom floor moving aft where the cabin floor should have been. the plane was no plane at all, just a big metal skeleton full of chairs. the plane came to a stop and my fellow passengers noticed that we had no crew. we all went outside to look around, and found we were in a sandy beach-canyon area, with high, sandy sea cliffs and no sight of water. we poked around in the sand for a bit and went back into the plane.
all our luggage was gone, including my bag that had nothing useful in it, as were our airfares. it was made known to us at that point (by the dungeon master, i guess) that the people running this "airline" were notorious swindlers and scammers, and we'd been had. there would be no trip to iran and no refunds.
that dream came to an end and i moved on to one significantly less pleasant.
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