South Africa - alive or dreaming

Only 9 weeks until lift off. The real lift off.

Last night I had a strange dream. My mother drove me to the airport, a strange one that I have only seen in dreams before. A little bit like a carousel at Liseberg. We were one minute late and I was devastated because I had heard that Brittish Airways always leave on time. As we were running towards the airport, we saw a plane lifting from the track. My mother was really sad because I had missed my flight, but I noticed the plane wasn't BA, it was some odd make that I hadn't heard of before.

I continued running, and suddenly a big ocean tried to sweep me away. I struggled and got angry with the water for trying to keep me from going on my trip. Suddenly, the water disappeared and I could, exhausted, show my ticket to the conductor. I waved good bye to my mother and entered the plane.

The inside of the plane was nothing like a plane. As I first entered, the captain was sitting at a small table with the co-pilot playing cards and smoking. They offered me to sit down with them, but I said I had to find my seat before take off, and so should they. "Öööööh we can be half an hour late without getting picked on, it's only five past now hey."

The inside was more like a ferry, with a big building site to the right where they were building a swimming pool.

I guess travelling is great whether you're doing it awake or not. One thing is for sure, one never knows what to expect when travelling in a dream. I am sorry that I woke up before arriving to my destination.

In nine weeks I'll be going to South Africa once again. I can't wait, and the time seem to move far too slow for my restless soul.