Dreaming

I am at what looks like an airport lounge, but for a ferry, to go to the Puu Isles. I’m not going to Vama or Cahat but somewhere in between. I am in the queue with my passport. There are two young girls in front, but they slow down and then stop, so I pass them and take my turn. I have to fill out a couple of forms and show my passport. Josh then comes up and does his, and then in the queue I spot Izzy and Flora. Flora is crying and anxious. I take her from Izzy, and she calms down; I know it’s because I have a very calming influence. I kiss Flora’s cheek, and she kisses me back. It’s very sweet and adorable. Flora tries talking; some words make sense even though she’s only a baby. I have to fill in Izzy’s form for her and describe her. I put 7’7″, laugh at my mistake and change it to 5’7″, but I’m unsure that’s correct. I realise I don’t even know her that well and feel a bit sad about that.

We’re in the departure lounge, but it’s also the ferry. I can see out of the windows. We are on the water, but we’re going really fast. I start to feel sick and panicky as the ferry is up and down constantly, but then I remind myself that I can do this. I take deep breaths, calm myself down, and before long I’m fine and have forgotten about the swell of the water. I look out and see a lorry up ahead that has jackknifed. I think we are going to hit it, but we brake and avoid it; the lorry manages to correct itself. Ahead again are two more lorries; one is blue. I’m concerned they may jackknife too, but they’re fine. I then see that rather than us being on the sea, we’re actually on a road that has lots of water from heavy rain. We haven’t made it to the sea yet. We have reached the point of getting on to the sea to go to the Puu Isles. I suddenly realise that I have forgotten my thyroid tablets, and then I realise I’ve also come without my makeup and inhalers. I’m more concerned about my make-up but know I can buy it in the Puu Isles, as well as the inhalers.

We’re sitting in a waiting lounge to board the part of the ferry we need to be on. We’re going to be in the stands, which means near the top with lots of benches to sit on. We won’t have a cabin. Four black women come over; they say they are from the TV program ‘Medical Place’ and tell us that our seats are ready now and that we can go up to them in thirty minutes. I don’t understand why we have to wait if they’re ready. Another female and I walk down a flight of steps, then up another one. We’re making our way to another holding area to get to our seats. I stand and watch others coming down. To my right is a yellow inflatable slide with water cascading down it. I realise it’s the way the passengers at the top of the ferry – those that have the better seats and cabins – have to come down. They all have wet clothes from the water, and I’m glad I didn’t come that way after all. I may not have had the better seats, but I’m dry. I see Carly, her much younger husband and two of her children; they’re all wet. The husband seems fun but immature compared to Carly but they seem quite in love.

I’m sitting with who I think is Tom but might not be. It is 9 pm. I say to him that it’ll take an hour on the ferry, and then we have to get to our room and get unpacked. We still need to have something to eat, so we won’t get to bed until really late, and the kids will be shattered. I realise none of it matters as we’re on holiday anyway and the kids can sleep in.