Last night, I had a dream about getting on a plane. In the dream, I thought it was just a straightforward trip ~ a destination to reach and settle into.
But as the story unfolded, I realised something: it wasn’t a direct flight. It was a connecting flight.
I have already left the airport, settled somewhere I can’t remember.
How could I have missed that?
Dreams and Their Twists
In my dream, I ended up missing the connecting flight ~ a stroke of luck, as it turned out.
News broke out that the airport I was supposed to fly through had been engulfed by wildfires, just MINUTES after I left.
The chaos was unimaginable, and the media was ablaze with stories of the havoc.
People were panicked and afraid, stranded in the wake of a disaster.
The Unexpected Journey
As I stood there trying to process everything, I sought help from the locals.
At first, I assumed they were Spaniards, but I soon discovered I was in Atlanta, Georgia. 🇺🇸
I had been so focused on reaching my destination that I hadn’t even noticed where I truly was.
I was about to head back to the airport to figure out my next steps when the locals advised me against taking a cab alone. (crazy girl, didn’t you just hear there’s an ongoing wildfire?)
“It’s not safe for a lady to take a cab by herself here,” they warned. ⛔️ Adding friction to my stupid decision, bless them.
I thought of taking the train instead, thinking as if this was Europe. I knew by then I needed to go to a European Country, though I am uncertain which city specifically.
Embracing the Unplanned
This dream stayed with me long after I woke up. It’s fascinating how our dreams are a blend of so many things ~ echoes of our conscious and subconcious thoughts intertwining while we sleep. How beautifully we are created.
Sometimes, we miss the connecting flight.
Sometimes, the airport is on fire.
And sometimes, we’re in a completely different place than we thought we’d be.
But maybe that’s the beauty of it. ✨
In the end, the unexpected detours may actually save us, just as I was saved from the fire.
Behind the photo
That was in Georgia. I wonder why this popped in my dream. Maybe I should reach out to friends I had there.
a chaotic mix of Southern charm (Georgia), blazing chaos (LA Wildfire), European flair (Spaniards), and travel hiccups concocted such a whimsical nocturnal escapade.
And you, what have you been dreaming about lately?
