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Diary of my Dreams

This would sell like hot bread I tell you. See the time of this post? Well I've been up for an hour or so, after having one of my dreams.

Here's how it went. In two parts.

I am walking to a place - maybe a hotel - when I see a soap opera type character, oldish man, maffia looking type. Coming in the opposite direction is Bo Brady (ever watch Days of our Lives? He's a fixture, and a cop). Bo shouts out to maffia type, let's call him Michael Meira. Michael swings around, takes a small gun from his chest pocket and fires two shots at Bo. Kill him dead. Then as I am the only person around, and therefore a witness, he pops one at me too, but it misses and he doesn't shoot again.

Now this happened in the USA, and it turns out that this is not real life, but part of the soap opera. So long and short is that I was an actor in the soap!

The second dream is a tad more complicated.

I am in a hotel again (you can tell I like hotels) and I see my friend who is a BWIA senior pilot. He invites me to have Room Service dinner with him, which I do, and then I say to myself that before the crew checks out tomorrow, I must remember to give him the money for the dinner. (I don't have a problem paying my way).

The next morning early, comes the pick up time for the crew. I am on the crew bus. Then I remember that I haven't left the money for him, and he is not on the bus. So I beg a drop off, in the parking lot of another hotel. Same time, I hear one of the other crew get a call to say that Lisa's Aunt (Lisa is a crew member), has just sent money to the hotel for her. By this time, I was hightailing it across hotel car park, not knowing where the hotel I had been staying was.

I buck up a rasta man and ask him directions. Says he, "it's three trees away". Huh? He points to two tiles with tree patterns, and then another real tree across the road, and there was the hotel. The Savannah Hotel. That's really in Barbados, and this dream started out, I think, in Antigua. But that is how dreams go.

As it turns out, when I get back to the hotel, I buck up Lisa who took a taxi back. I told her she could have walked since it was near. She said she had a problem with her shoulder so couldn't carry her bags. We go up in the lift together and end up in nowhere particular.

Meanwhile, back at the front desk, I discover that there was a food voucher there for me from BWIA. You see, I had overnighted in that country - wherever it was - in order to get back to Jamaica, and the airline gave me a meal. I enquired if it covered Room Service, ready to dole out the extra. But there was no charge.

And btw, there was no sign of my pilot friend. He kind of vanished into thin air!

Right. That's a wrap! Cause this sure sound like the movies to me.

Posted by yamfoot at April 10, 2004 06:22 AM