Wandering Wonders

A few nights before my “dead horse dream”, I had this dream that was equally bizarre.  It began in a public place that reminded me very much of an airport terminal.  Inside, however, I had no luggage and I wasn’t flying to anywhere.

I walked by this man who was conning someone out of their money. He was conning normal, nondescript travellers in their thirties and forties. I wanna say one woman was Indian with a short bob, but probably was from England.  He himself was somewhat attractive, late twenties-early thirties, and appeared to be middle eastern.  I just walked by him, not wanting to get anything stolen.

But then I saw him again at the ticket counter, talking to an older, unapproving, grey-haired, female, Caucasian ticket agent about who knows what.  I came up to him and said, “you’re a con artist, huh?” in a knowing voice, to which instead of speaking, his face turned white before me, and he smiled. She looked at me very disapprovingly. But his face didn’t pale as in when faces do because they’re scared or sickly.  His face turned white as a chameleon would turn from green to another color in order to match his surroundings. I suppose he wasn’t middle eastern anymore, and that he probably wasn’t really any race to begin with. It was strange.

Anyhow, we somehow began to walk together and talk, and I ended up inviting him over to a friend’s house, and the setting reminded me a lot of a Chi Alpha event.  We were all in this bedroom with a huge glass door and were looking at even more friends outside, hanging out and talking about Abba, and I had plopped on the floor at the foot of the bed.  A bunch of us were talking about God I think, and then all of a  sudden I realized that some of my money in my pocket (not all of it), had been stolen.

I looked at him because I knew he had taken it, and asked him to go ahead and give it back to me.  I was only missing about twenty dollars, so it wasn’t a big deal, but in my mind it was the principle of it— that I had walked that way with him, and invited him to my friends’ house, and he still had the tenacity to steal from me, even though I knew he was a thief.  I started asking him nonchalantly to give it back to me, and then I remember tackling him, but I wasn’t really struggling all that much.  I asked someone to help me, and this godly guy (don’t know how I know this, but I felt it in my dream), basically wrestled him disinterestedly and aloofly, and we began to pull out all sorts of currencies from his pocket.  He had Euros, and some sort of Asian currency, and American currency, and currency from all over the world (mainly Europe though).  The money was all sorts of different colors.  I found my money, and put it back in my pocket.  we left the rest out.

As we kept talking I think I told him that that was a nice try, but that what he didn’t have was my wallet, which is what he probably was really after.  He said that was okay, that he didn’t need my wallet, because he had four wallets belonging to other people in his locker at the air terminal.   Then I began to think that maybe I shouldn’t have taunted him, and that my wallet had my passport in it, one of my most valued possessions, and that if he stole that it would be such a hassle to replace!

I quickly remembered that although I don’t normally carry my wallet around, that I had brought it with me this time and that it was in the room somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where.  Then we all went outside again, and it was a beautifully sunny day.  It was beautiful outside.  And then all of a sudden I checked my pockets, and the entire forty dollars was gone (all I had in the first place).  I looked up, only to find him yards away from me with my bright blue wallet clutched and held highly into the air, tauntingly. I wanted to run after him, but for some reason i hesitated.

Outside on the wooden table, someone had put all the currencies he had stolen out in the open.  I examined them and found my forty dollars there, but then realized that none of the money was real.  The dollars and fives were all the wrong sizes, abnormally large, freakishly different.  I have no idea why I didn’t notice that before.

That’s all!

Lately I have been having some bizarro dreams, particularly for someone who doesn’t own a TV, or watch a whole lot of movies, and prefers nonfiction travel books over fiction.  Any ideas as to why?  Here goes:

I had one of my dreams a few days ago.  It was around dusk, and I could just about see everything, because there was enough moonlight being emitted by the moon, even though there was no moon.  Anyhow, I am walking down a narrow sidewalk, and there is a black paved road on my right (although the dream is being played like a movie, and so I am watching myself do all of this happen at this point) with beautiful black lampposts lining the deserted street. (It reminded me very much of Europe).  On stage right/actor’s left, there is some very green grass and it’s a bit graded.  Anyhow, I walk for just a few more seconds, when all of a sudden I see a sleek black miniature horse, lying stiff in the grass.  The horse was so small, and yet so beautiful and shining. It was stiff, and all of a sudden I realized that the horse was dead.  It was odd, because there  were no signs of struggle or pain, no blood, no anything.  Except for a black pole lying on top of it, slightly diagonally, which looked like a thick lamp post, and looked like it fell onto the horse.

Then I began to look around me: it was all a bit eery and surreal.  I realized that not only was there a dead horse, but also two or three dead dogs.  The dogs were small in size, and had metal poles lying on top of them as well, although the poles were grey in color, and slightly smaller. One was to my left, and at least one was to my right, maybe two, right near the horse.  I don’t know how I didn’t see them before.  Once again, no sign of struggle, just…dead, lifeless corpses.

So that was my dream.

Wow, has it already been over a week since I got back? Well, it wasn’t too long ago that I was on a five day journey across the U.S. on a Greyhound Bus with no shower and clinical strength deoderant.  And when I got home, once again, no baggage in sight.  It took about three days before they sent it from Denver. I am just happy to have normal looking clothing again!

Anyhow, I have been planning a trip around the world, and I sincerely hope that it doesn’t fall through, although I don’t want to get my hopes up too high! It goes something like this:

Nadi, Fiji–> Christchurch, NZ–> (possibly Australia?)–> Denpasar, Indonesia OR Bangkok, Thailand–> Kolkata–> Delhi, India–> Addis Ababa, Ethiopia –> Tel Aviv, Israel–> Athens, Greece–> Istanbul, Turkey–> Warsaw, Poland–> home?

While In Poland, I am either gonna get a youth Eurrail pass beforehand, or I will buy individual rail tickets to most of the countries in Cental + Eastern Europe.  (Lol… It’s okay if I don’t see every single country, because I might be a bit too ambitious of a planner!)

This said trip would begin in February and last until Juneish, so I would need to start saving up really, really soon… like right now.  I am so unsure about what the future holds as well.  I have no earthly idea whether I will want to start grad school in North Dakota in June, or whether I will just have to stop in one of these places and breathe in the fresh air… and hopefully get a job of some sort.  I see myself in Central/Eastern Europe, but who really knows where I’ll be.  Hmmm… although Scotland would also be really nice, but I am just throwing that out there!

All I know that Fiji in February has a nice ring… and I found someone who happens to be going at the same time, so cross your fingers that us two girls, can trek out  on our journeys together, island hop, and at the end of the day sleep in a hut!

But so far this is JUST a dream, and it seems crazy to think that this all could actually happen…

Okay, so I haven’t written in a while. After my mom and Mrs. Denise left Canada, I headed to Bellingham to see Phil.  We saw several beaches, wandered around Vancouver( and went to the film Festival there), and went to this Dutch pie shop.  We also hit the local pubs, and went to the “bro bar” where I could listen to some hiphop music! 

I am heading home now, and am spending the night in Seattle at his sister’s house. Today Phil and I “stuck it to the man” by miraculously fitting his bike into the bike box which Greyhound requires, after we were twenty minutes late for him to catch his Amtrak train.  Our bus to Seattle was nearly an hour late because of delays, but it turns out the bus he was catching- the bus to Cali- was waiting for us to get there.  I, meanwhile, am heading East in the morning. Seattle is very pretty at night!

Sweet dreams!

Ohh, p.s. => Cinema Paradisio is an awesome feature!!!