Mortaine’s Blog

I had several bad dreams involving international travel last night.

Normally when I have anxiety dreams about international travel, they involve getting to the airport and not finding my passport.

In this one, I had my passport. I went to the airport and got on the plane. For some reason, I had to fly to Edinburgh, then Poland, then Africa. I had a 2-hour layover in Edinburgh, and , , and ’s mom all came out to the airport to meet me. About an hour into our visit, I decided I should get my rear end over to the proper gate. and had gone off in search of food or something, but I told his mom to have them meet me at the gate.

This is where it turned into a nightmare.

I was told my gate was in another terminal. It would take 30-40 minutes to get there. And I needed to get my checked luggage first and take it there myself. [Believe it or not, I have had nightmares in this airport before and remembered the bit about getting my luggage between legs of the trip.] Outside looked like a Polish winter– totally snowed in. I went to bag claim, but found none of my bags. I asked around. This is when I realize that I didn’t actually pack anything for my trip. Great– no bags!

I rummage in my tickets and such (dropping plane tickets as I go), and find two claim tags for baggage claim. I figure maybe I’m courier-ing. Time is getting short. The claim tags are for something shipped “pharmaceutical” and must be picked up at a special counter. A counter that I can’t find. Can’t find the bags, can’t find the counter– and I now have 5 minutes to get to my gate.

I run into my sister, and literally beg her, crying, to help me find my luggage and gate, because I’m really really lost and confused….