Dreaming

I am sitting at a table with my family and friends. My aunt Mary is there, my cousins – although they don’t look like my cousins – apart from Ashley, who has a baby in her arms and is pregnant, which I didn’t know about; my friends Melissa and Rebecca. My family are all next to me to my right; Melissa in front on the next table with her back to me, and Rebecca on the table in front and to my left. Melissa turns around, and I notice she looks really different. She has curly hair, has put make-up on really nicely and is wearing a pair of glasses which are deep red-rimmed and pointed (quite like Edna Everage glasses but without all the theatrics). She’s unrecognisable and really looks pretty, but I know it’s just a mask and know what she’s really like beneath it all. I want to tell Rebecca about Melissa, so I go over to where she’s sitting, just as she’s getting up to go. I start talking to her, but she has walked away; I feel a bit silly. I go over to where she is now and tell her how different Melissa looks and that I think she should do this look more often, and then she would get a man, but that she wouldn’t be able to look like it all the time; her real look will have to come out eventually.

Rebecca and I are walking from her house to the airport to catch my plane home. We hear a siren behind us; it is coming from Rebecca’s road. I turn back for a quick glance, but Rebecca starts to walk back to have a proper look. The ambulance crew appear: a man and a woman. Rebecca is trying to get a photo of the man like he’s someone famous, but he tells her no photos. She holds her hands up to him again but then reveals that what’s actually in her hand is a tub of Vaseline. He goes down an alley on the left with his female colleague just as we approach a wall of some kind. I find myself on the other side but see Rebecca coming through a freezer door; she had walked in through the freezer door on one side of the wall, and climbed out of a smaller square door on this side.

I realise I don’t know the time of my flight, so I search through my bag to find my ticket. I clearly see my passport and ticket but ignore them and continue searching, pulling out my car parking ticket and other things. It is half past seven in the evening, and I find my ticket. My flight was at 7.20 pm; I’ve missed it. I can’t believe I was so stupid to not check my ticket earlier. I tell Rebecca I have missed my flight and will have to get another tomorrow. I calculate in my head how much it’s going to cost me and worry about how I’m going to pay the rent this month now. I wonder if Dad or Tom will be able to lend me the money. Rebecca is really angry and starts shouting at me about how she’ll have to book taxis to the airport tomorrow to run me, and what a lot of hassle that is for her. I think she means because of work, but I realise she doesn’t have work the next day; I don’t understand why she’s so angry. I suggest that I stay in a hotel near the airport; a black man who is now next to me, on my right, suggests a hotel. I can see a sign for a Premier Inn and want to stay there, but he keeps suggesting a different one. I calculate how much extra this will cost me. Rebecca is still angry with me.