I have had airplane dreams before. This one was similar.

I dreamed that I was getting on an airplane, and waiting in the waiting room. I think we were going on a cruise (I am going on a real cruise in October 2008). Got onto the airplane, nothing really eventful happened. We had 2 layovers we had to be on.

The first stop we had to change planes and we disembarked. I don’t know who I was with. Friends… but none of the friends I really know or recognized. I remember getting off the plane and realizing I’d forgotten my purse on board. So I told my good friend, who was a man, and I went back to get my purse. I had to climb down some stairs that were like fire escapes. And half way there I realized my purse was, actually, over my shoulder and I just had forgotten it there. But I was embarrassed to admit this to my friend (who probably had seen it but actually didn’t see it..?) so I kept on going all the way to the plane, going down ramps and fire escape like stairs.

I got to the plane and it had already gone, there was a big container like a truck and people were getting into it, and they were going to be enclosed into an airplane later for transport.

So I turned around and went back to the terminal and told my friend I’d gotten my purse. =P

We got on the next plane and I’d realized I had planned and packed for this whole big European trip (it turned to a European trip somehow) and forgot my knitting. So I was stuck on the plane with nothing to do. And I kept thinking I’d buy needles and yarn in Europe so I could knit.

The next layover was an odd one. I remember getting in my old Toyota pickup and having to drive to the next plane. My brain didn’t understand why I had to drive, but I did. And it was by Denver, Colorado and I got on the right freeway, but 30 minutes out I realized I was going West, and I was supposed to go East, so I’d been going the wrong way. I had to turn around illegally and I was afraid the cops would catch me but they didn’t. And the roads were so confusing I wasn’t sure where I was going.

Then there was a shortcut to the freeway through a field, and somehow I was walking with some other people, and we were forcing our way through a fence that led to an underground tunnel that would take us to the right road. I kept thinking I should call my friend with my cell to tell him I’m probably not going to make the flight and he should just go without me.

About then I woke up. Gotta love dreams, eh?