An airport on the other side of the country called Kyle to let him know that they had apprehended someone in their airport, who was trying to leave the country with his late father’s coffin and body. Continue reading “Dream Journal 5/21/18 | Coffin Search”
Kyle and I were living in Maine, in my grandparents’ old house. We had won a trip to some tropical location, and we were supposed to leave that morning. We were running around like crazy, trying to shove all of our suitcases and bags into the back of the car. The phone rang, and it was the travel agency, telling us that our flight was delayed half an hour.
Kyle and I went back inside, and proceeded to verbally make a list of all of the things that we could accomplish in the 30 extra minutes that we now had. I got online and started looking up maps of the area we were going to, and making plans on what destinations to visit. Kyle started opening all the suitcases, and packing extra things in them. After 30 minutes, we started moving everything back into the car, and then my phone rang again, and it was the travel agency, telling us our flight was delayed another 30 minutes. We went back inside, and repeated the process.
After another 3o minutes, we would outside, and there was an elderly man standing by our car. He asked us where we were going with his car, and we told him he was mistaken, because it was our car, and we were in a hurry. He slammed his hands on the hood, and told us he wasn’t going to let us leave. We put the car in reverse and drove away, with him screaming in our driveway.
As we were driving, the travel agency kept calling my phone, and I let it go to voicemail each time. Once we got to the airport, we found out that our flight had left almost 2 hours prior, and that there was nothing we could do. We called the travel agency, but the line had been disconnected. We asked the people at the airport if there was anyway we could get a different flight, and tried to explain that our agent was mistaken and we couldn’t get a hold of her. They told us they would look into it, and that we should stick around.
We started walking around the massive airport, and decided to stop and get food at McDonald’s. They called our name over the speakers, and we went back to the desk. They told us there was another plane leaving in 10 minutes, but it was a longer flight, but we could go on it if we wanted. We agreed and got on the plane, where we were seated in first class.
The other passengers were boarding the plane, and all of them glared at us as they got on. We tried to ignore them, but one woman “dropped” her water bottle on me, while it was still open, and I stood up and pushed her. Then we starting throwing punches. No one stepped in to help, and everyone just stood there.
And then I woke up (but I was totally winning).