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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.

3 Comments

  • daruba

    December 31, 2000 at 12:41 pm

    hell sounds like a perfect description to me!

    • Anonymous

      December 31, 2000 at 4:02 pm

      dreamweaver7

      yeah, either that or a subconscious mirror image of how you feel in your waking life. there’s gotta be a door that opens onto something else. keep on looking, keep on wandering the plains of nothingness. should be a book title. or a really bad soap opera.

      by the way, mr. skull picture, everytime I read your name I think of the Beach Boys – ‘Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya.” Now THAT’S hell! 😉

      -jinx

      • daruba

        January 1, 2001 at 2:28 am

        Re: dreamweaver7

        yes, many a wandering soul has suggested the same the same thing… i think the problem is in the thinking process 😛 😛