Zombies

Back in East Texas. Zombie Apocalypse has already happened. Defending the homestead. Cousin R survived; rest of family... zombies or dead. Must survive.

Glasgow on my mind...

Dreamt I had a very important meeting in Glasgow. Claire had come along with me on the trip for the adventure abroad aspect. We had left our hotel and took a taxi in search of a bus that could take us there; can't remember which city we were currently in. The taxi had other people to drop off at a small local airport and we decided to get out there and try our look for buses that might leave from there.

No luck in buses, but there was a restroom break where the one loo happened to also be in someones office. They vacated and while I was in there the phone rang. Was Crissy butt dialing the UK that happened to go to the phone in the loo I was in; wtf dream world. I hung up the phone when I couldn't get her attention and was inspecting the fact that part of this building also apparently was a hotel that had about 15 stories.

Mind you we're on ground zero, but from inside here I can see the fancy water tank that goes up all 15 stories. And the top is open. And it's massive and clear blue water all the way down. For a moment I consider taking my conveniently with me on a business trip swimsuit out of my pack and diving in, but it's so clear I'm afraid that once I get deep enough I'll get disoriented and not be able to find my way up again and drown. Sooooo....

Washing my hands, I leave the office and trade out so Claire can have a go. I sit down at a bar where there's conveniently some just made chicken nuggets covered in almond flour; I'm even gluten free in my dreams? I pass as it's not something I'd order and wanted to be polite not digging into others food and order a drink. Claire comes back out and decides to bar-back for a bit while we try to figure out our transportation situation.

I call Tony for advise since he's well world traveled at this point and he gives me the equivalent of "You're in an airport, fly there." and hangs up. Brilliant! Finishing my drink, Claire and I make our way to get tickets and once acquired, head to the gate. They're asking along with the tickets to show ID. I stop and search my bag and can't find my passport. I'm panicking. It must still be in our hotel room. Freaking out, I check the time and know I'm going to be late for this oh so incredibly important meeting. Without my passport, I can't get on the plane. Without my passport, I probably couldn't have even taken the bus and crossed various imaginary dream line check points where people would have asked to see it. So it's missing our flight and heading back to the hotel. Thankfully the same not so much on the English taxi driver was still hanging around out front and we were able to get a ride back. I apologized a lot, but it wasn't exactly an inconvenience to him since he's getting paid for it.

Dream world last night was all over the frakking place. Weirdness, but someone might find it interesting. I was so obsessed with getting to Glasgow that I slept through all my alarms trying to keep the dream going and find a way to get there. Sorry to whomever I missed there. I tried.

Magic in heart and spirit

Dreamt of magic last night. There were many flavors to choose from. All with symbols that matched their particular flavor. I walked down the line of symbols hanging in the air and finally came to a stop in front of one. It was familiar. Something I had once known, but long since forgotten. A teacher stood not far off. Also familiar, though I could not tell when we had originally met.

I reached out and touched the symbol, remembering its purpose. The ability to travel across plans or realities. The power had always been within me, it just needed to wake up and have an old friend along for some guidance.