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The anxiety made it’s first rush at me yesterday. I thought I fought it off and was okay, but last night I had an anxiety dream. So, in the front of my head I was calm, but the back of my head was still struggling; apparently.
What was the dream?
I dreamed that Jon and I were traveling for . . . something. Hmm, whatever could my subconscious be thinking we would be getting on a plane for? Let me think. Anyway, we were in an airport, but we were not alone. Charles wasn’t with us, strangely, I guess he’ll have to earn his subconscious stripes by actually going on a full blown tour some day. But wait, he’s going to be doing just that in a few days. But we did have a traveling companion. It was an actor. I won’t mention his name because God forbid I meet him, and he says to me, I heard you had a dream about me. Too awkward. And before you think I’m being all hubris about some actor actually knowing my blog, let’s just say that caution was never wasted when it comes to embarrassing moments.
But the important thing about the actor is that he’s handsome and looks very Mid-Eastern. Okay, I guess the handsome part isn’t really important, but it’s pleasant eye-candy, and in the middle of an anxiety dream I needed all the comfort I could get.
Jon and I are at an airport with this actor. We’re having a pleasant conversation. In fact, Jon and I are chatting him up and as often happens in dreams we are suave, and persuasive, and the actor is agreeable. If it had been a sexual fantasy dream it would have been a promising beginning. But while we’re having this nice conversation we are also in the airport. We get pulled out for special security search. Apparently, by this part of the dream the actor is traveling with us. So when he gets pulled out, we do, too. We get patted down. Luggage searched. Twice in that one airport.
It reminded me of the tour for, “Narcissus in Chains”, which was just after 9/11. Our one way tickets to most of the major cities meant we got searched a lot. The record for one airport was four times, before we were allowed to board the plane.
We finally got on the plane. Not my favorite thing, but we continue to have this nice conversation with the nice actor. Then we have to have a lay over in another airport before boarding another plane. Again, security pulls us all aside.
The dream was an endless stream of airports. We ate at airport food areas. We were searched at every security point. We had lay over after lay over in different airports, and got on numerous planes. We were finally left stranded in an airport because of something. By that time Jon, the actor, and me, were just looking for any place to stretch out and try and rest. Of course, it’s an airport and there is no comfortable place to go. I think we were searching for one when real morning came.
I understand the airport and the security searches. We’re about to go on tour and it’s an anxiety dream. But why the actor? Why did he get to go with Jon and I? Was it just something pleasant that my subconscious threw in, so we’d have someone to chat with while I was freaking? Maybe. Strangely, it wasn’t even an actor that I’ve seen in anything recently. Hmm.
Oh, and another reason why I might have had the anxiety dream besides tour, is that I’ve been bitten. Is it a brown recluse? I don’t’ know. I know I’ve never had a bite like it. I found it just before bed last night. It is painful, swollen, and I’ll be seeing a doctor today. I guess if I had to have anxiety dreams last night that traveling in airports with my lovely husband and a handsome actor wasn’t the worst my subconscious could have chosen. At least I didn’t dream about spiders.