Traveling...traveling...
Sep. 16th, 2009 06:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteI know what it's called (mondegreen) when you mishear the lyrics to a song ("'Scuse me while I kiss this guy"), but what do you call it when you misremember the lyrics? I misremembered a line from Rihanna's "Shut Up and Drive" as "chamois killing machine." WATCH OUT FOR THAT SNUGGIE!
I went to bed pretty early last night. I don't know why I was so exhausted, but I thought it was a good idea that I follow Baba's suggestion and just go to bed when I was tired.
I had a dream that I was at or on my way to Narita Airport (near Tokyo, Japan) with some group. I think at least some of them were friends or people I knew, but there were at least I few that had to be inventions from my own mind or a mishmash of people from movies or something.
I remember getting part of the way there when we stopped at the end of a narrow street, where a bar took up the whole sidewalk. The "bouncer" was in a dark red, ratty-condition van, and I didn't expect this side-stop (or whatever it was), so I was fumbling to get the "proof" of my flight, because that was apparently what was necessary to enter this bar. Let me say that I'm NEVER like that. When I actually go to an airport, I'm a TSA Expert, with my boarding pass and all that stuff pre-printed and easily accessible. But I guess I was thrown off-guard, being in Japan without knowing why, being with a strange group of people, and going to a bar in order to get to the airport for whatever reason.
Anyway, something went wrong with whatever I showed the "bouncer" in the van, and he ended up driving AWAY from the bar with me in the back seat! I managed to say something to him -a big, burly black guy- and the situation got clarified (I have no idea what I said) and I went back to where the bar had been, but this time, it was actually part of the airport.
I couldn't find my friends, but I did run into my mom, who, for whatever reason, had an Air Mexico boarding pass. I thought that everyone had different flights back, because we all lived in different places anyway. But I was really worried about Mom having an Air Mexico pass, because even though she seemed to be fine with it, I thought it was wrong and I should be on her plane but not going to Mexico or wherever it was she was heading.
And then I woke up, predictably, but not because of my alarm or anything...my back had started to hurt, and as it turned out, it was only 30 minutes or so before my alarm would go off anyway...
I wonder what it all means? (Could me starting to have read Dan Brown's "The Lost Symbol" yesterday have anything to do with it? Hmm...)
I went to bed pretty early last night. I don't know why I was so exhausted, but I thought it was a good idea that I follow Baba's suggestion and just go to bed when I was tired.
I had a dream that I was at or on my way to Narita Airport (near Tokyo, Japan) with some group. I think at least some of them were friends or people I knew, but there were at least I few that had to be inventions from my own mind or a mishmash of people from movies or something.
I remember getting part of the way there when we stopped at the end of a narrow street, where a bar took up the whole sidewalk. The "bouncer" was in a dark red, ratty-condition van, and I didn't expect this side-stop (or whatever it was), so I was fumbling to get the "proof" of my flight, because that was apparently what was necessary to enter this bar. Let me say that I'm NEVER like that. When I actually go to an airport, I'm a TSA Expert, with my boarding pass and all that stuff pre-printed and easily accessible. But I guess I was thrown off-guard, being in Japan without knowing why, being with a strange group of people, and going to a bar in order to get to the airport for whatever reason.
Anyway, something went wrong with whatever I showed the "bouncer" in the van, and he ended up driving AWAY from the bar with me in the back seat! I managed to say something to him -a big, burly black guy- and the situation got clarified (I have no idea what I said) and I went back to where the bar had been, but this time, it was actually part of the airport.
I couldn't find my friends, but I did run into my mom, who, for whatever reason, had an Air Mexico boarding pass. I thought that everyone had different flights back, because we all lived in different places anyway. But I was really worried about Mom having an Air Mexico pass, because even though she seemed to be fine with it, I thought it was wrong and I should be on her plane but not going to Mexico or wherever it was she was heading.
And then I woke up, predictably, but not because of my alarm or anything...my back had started to hurt, and as it turned out, it was only 30 minutes or so before my alarm would go off anyway...
I wonder what it all means? (Could me starting to have read Dan Brown's "The Lost Symbol" yesterday have anything to do with it? Hmm...)
