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hopefulnebulaI had posted all about the weird dream I had last night and then it got deleted. So here goes.
Basically, I'm back in London w/a school group. Somebody has some health problem so the bus driver stops at the nearest hospital. Rest of the group goes to a nearby museum but nobody goes in. Then we talk to Des (the Beatles tour leader) for some reason which I don't know.
Next we're in the airport (no idea how we got there) but it's not Heathrow. It's about as small as Omaha's airport. We pass security (which more resembles a grocery checkout line than airport security) and next thing I know, I'm on the plane. I learn Vicki is a flight attendant on said plane, and that she's singing all the audio tracks (well, it *is* United, after all... *shudders*). She's using some totally weird stage name, though.
I go for a walk to avoid Vicki's complaining about how her 150 acres of land are useless because they're outdoors and put a copy of the in-flight magazine with the rest of my stuff (to prove to my family that it's her). For some reason, "the rest of my stuff" is far from where I am; the plane's laid out more like a train. Turbulence hits and I return to my seat. Then my grandmother (who died in 1999) and I discuss the family history over a game of Uno (except this is called Juno and the cards look as if they were designed in the 1920s.) It feels as if I'm living and participating in her story.
That's about all I remember.
Basically, I'm back in London w/a school group. Somebody has some health problem so the bus driver stops at the nearest hospital. Rest of the group goes to a nearby museum but nobody goes in. Then we talk to Des (the Beatles tour leader) for some reason which I don't know.
Next we're in the airport (no idea how we got there) but it's not Heathrow. It's about as small as Omaha's airport. We pass security (which more resembles a grocery checkout line than airport security) and next thing I know, I'm on the plane. I learn Vicki is a flight attendant on said plane, and that she's singing all the audio tracks (well, it *is* United, after all... *shudders*). She's using some totally weird stage name, though.
I go for a walk to avoid Vicki's complaining about how her 150 acres of land are useless because they're outdoors and put a copy of the in-flight magazine with the rest of my stuff (to prove to my family that it's her). For some reason, "the rest of my stuff" is far from where I am; the plane's laid out more like a train. Turbulence hits and I return to my seat. Then my grandmother (who died in 1999) and I discuss the family history over a game of Uno (except this is called Juno and the cards look as if they were designed in the 1920s.) It feels as if I'm living and participating in her story.
That's about all I remember.
hmmmmm
Date: 2004-07-05 06:44 pm (UTC)I think that you'd like reading my most recent LJ entry, and when you are done with that, AIM?