I had very strange dreams this morning about Hell and Airports. I remember being trapped in Hell with a bunch of other people from my work, but hell wasn’t what you expected it to be. It was like a room full of doors and each door led to another bland, featureless uneven plain type of place. And then somehow I ended up in an airport with the bunch of people from my work – we were going back to Toronto from Vancouver. I wanted to take a different flight from them, so I told Vicky that I wanted to do that, and she said to just not get on this plane, and just take whatever one I wanted to out. I hid and didn’t get on the plane, watching everyone else disappear into the sky, and thinking about the cool pictures I wouldn’t be getting on that flight. Then I walked up to a counter where the lady told me it would cost me another 10$ to get on the next plane instead. So I paid the ten dollars and that’s what I intended to do.
I know there was so much more to the Hell part, I remember feeling hopeless, I remember wondering why it was such a desolate place before I realized it was hell, and I wondered why I had ended up there. I don’t remember anything that I did when I was trapped in hell… I just remember being there, and feeling hopeless. I know I was there for quite a while, though.