This dream, amazingly enough, I still remember from a couple of nights ago. My weekend was not very relaxing so I haven’t had much time to write this one down.

I was in line, we all were.. in our cars, waiting to get into this shooting range for bows. I was with my old friend Don from years ago… I need to call him to see what he’s up to. It was good to see him again, if only in a dream.

We were frustrated because they wouldn’t let us in to use our bows. Then I remembered that I’d forgotten mine at home and I had to run back and get it. I still have it, it’s a compact bow and it’s in my closet in the basement. I had fun with it when I was younger. Haven’t used it in years.

Then after (I don’t think we ever go to use our bows) we went to an old restaurant he liked. I don’t remember the name but it probably was a franchise. And I liked it too, it was Italian and I like Italian!

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?

I was just replying to a comment on Luna Tail and this dream memory came to me. I have had it more than once, I’m sure.

It’s about a road, a freeway, leading out of Utah and, I think, to Nevada. West, anyway. It’s a high speed freeway like a spaghetti bowl, and yet there is a twist. One of the roads has a loop like a roller coaster that takes you, and your car, completely upside down. What are those called? A 360 degree loop? I went on it once, in my dream, and made it around without falling off the road, but it scared the crap out of me. And in subsequent dreams I remember going a different route so as to avoid that stretch of freeway.

Ugh!