Posted by Daisym on February 26, 2005, at 13:03:26
I usually have a pretty good handle on my dreams. But not this one. Note: I took ativan around 9pm last night and was asleep before 11. I was watching Monk and feel asleep before he figured it out...)
In my dream I'm with a couple of people from work, not close friends and a bunch of other people I don't know. I'm in an airport, waiting for my turn to sew my sash. I see that my best friend has cut her sash into heart shaped pieces and is pinning them together. I don't want a heart sash, I want a plain, pink one to wear around my waist. We all have to have sashes, but I don't know why. And they don't want me to wear it around my waist, they want me to wear it "correctly" around my boobs.
Finally we get on the plane. I'm sitting alone, facing backward. (Like the seats all face one way but my row faces the other way.) It is raining. The dream shifts and I wake up on the plane and ask someone where everyone went -- it is almost empty now. But we are still flying. They tell me that we stopped in Los Angeles and almost everyone got off. I'm the only one with a sash that didn't get off. And I exclaim that I can't believe I slept through all of that! We journey on and land in Philadelphia. The pilot folds in the wings of the plane and we drive around the city with the plane, dropping people off. There are a lot of buildings missing walls -- you can see directly in. And it is snowing really hard. So the pilot just pulls the nose of the plane directly into the open side of the building and the person hops out and then the plane backs up and we are on our way again.
I'm getting nervous, we can't find the building I need. And the pilot tells me he is just going to have to drop me off because he is running out of gas. Now I'm terrified. And suddenly I know I'm looking for my dad, but he isn't here to pick me up. And I'm not grown up anymore, I'm 12. I get out of the plane (which has no side either - I sort of hop out onto the sidewalk -- and I wave good-bye to my therapist who is driving the plane and I start to walk in the snow and cry.
-- WEIRD -- WEIRD -- WEIRD.
My dad DID move to Philadelphia when I was 14 and I didn't see him again for a few years. But the first time I went to visit out there I was with my brothers and sister. And what is up with wearing a sash? And yes, I see the obvious shape symbolism of the airplane and the way it enters the openings in the side of the building and drops "people" off.
I feel completely hung over this morning and exhausted, like I actually did fly all night.
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