I have very unusual dreams. They have a beginning, middle, and end much like a short story in a book. I often wake up when one ends, ponder it for a few minutes searching for some introspective link to my psyche and go back to sleep. Hey! If my subconcious mind is doing all of the work, why worry about it? Last night was unique because I had 3 such dreams in a row but the final one woke me up, not just because I had completed a story-cycle but also because I broke out in laughter. I considered writing about it this morning at 6:30 but wanted to see if the memory would last all day:
It all started with an excursion with a group of people. None of which I would recognize but in my dream they were my friends. We were hiking or exploring a very icy terrain when a few individuals realized that their passports were missing so we decided that we were going to Canada but the park officials were hot on our trail. Once we realized that was happening it was like a grand adventure to escape and I left my bright blue back pack in the snow joining into the hijinks and pretending that I was also part of the defection.
We did everything to get to Canada. Hiding in caves evading the people searching for us and eventually we reached the final test; an upside down L-shaped lake between two mountains. It was glassy and glacial blue. Everyone else started to swim but I combined skipping and running across the water to reach the Consolate. Time was of the essence as we were being chased. In my dream state I was able to combine my ambition to succeed with skills that aren't humanly possible.
Once we arrived, there was a check-in procedure much like an airport and our group of 12 or more was expecting some sort of document that needed to be issued and then signed by us before being activated. At this point, the officials were hot on our trail and as we were intermingled with numerous others presenting their documents for acceptance we all tried to blend in and not look too anxious. All I had was my college identification but the woman at the desk was deeply concerned and offered everyone in my group hospice.
Trying to avoid detection, we secretly handed the only pen in our group to each other so we could sign the pass to our freedom because the situation was still precarious. One of the agents in pursuit had his eyes on me. I sat at a table trying to look casual and sign it beyond his watchful eyes. Of course, we were all soaking wet and freezing so it was hard to avoid detection. He came over to me and requested that I present it before it was signed. I had to stand up and I looked deep into his eyes and told him the situation. I lost my Passport during the trip. He explained that they found a blue backpack but there was no identification or passport. I thought to myself that I had tossed the back pack for the adventure but never really thought about the consequences.
I promised that I would be able to find my documents if he could take me to the last camping site where we ditched everything. At this point, he cuffed my left arm and for some bizarre reason, I held up my arm and asked my friends that made it to at least take a picture for Pete's sake! At that point he leaned up against the left side of my hip and detected that I had something square in my back pocket.
It was my PASSPORT but I was too cold to ever realize that it was there the whole time. And then, I proclaimed, "false arrest and imprisonment" as a joke and the entire room went into fits of laughter.
And that is how I woke up...
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