I had a sketchy dream, most of them are. I had hiked up a gorgeously green hillside with companions, when we came upon a wide, tan vehicle. It was intriguing and different so we gathered around it. Sauntering up behind us, the owner started getting the vehicle ready For flight! Mistaking the vehicle for a road-borne craft, we were shocked. And irresistibly drawn to it. I, uncharacteristically, asked for a ride and landed a gracious invite. He was on his way to Boeing to make a document delivery and decided to let us tag along.
The helicopter-esque craft had no blades but manuevered much in the same way. We lifted up, seemingly, without effort, encircling the area, admiring the waterways, greenways, and acres of white, light industrial and office buildings (looking a lot like Microsoft). Cars and roadways weren't in evidence on this tour. I commented to the pilot, my surprise at the lack of windows in the footwells, unlike my helicopter tour of the Hoover Dam. This lack did not impair visibility.
We swooshed into a Boeing building, no visible security measures, the documents delivered. I recognized molds, composite materials, and hardware from my Hexcel days. I thought the tour was over when the copter gently banked and landed pillowy soft inside a courtyard between a Mexican restaurant, a Courtyard Residence Inn, and another office building. Our pilot alighted and took toward the offices; we spilled out to grab a bite and discovered the restaurant and inn were open to each other.
While we waited, I strolled into the lobby to discover my brother enjoying a margarita. I stopped to chat and ended up winning $100 in a promotional contest. When I went to redeem my coupon, I noted the sponsoring company, my parent's real estate company. About that time, there was my dad, smiling and helping me collect my winnings, a bank-wrapped stack of $5 bills. In the context of my dream, it was a big deal.
When I moved to catch back up with my friends, I searched for the leather sandals I'd kicked off while visiting with my brother to find they were gone. Both my brother and dad searched to no avail. When the management was alerted, the gave me a choice of black or white high tops, used, to get me back home. I chose black but they got reclaimed by the owner, leaving me with grubby white to bound back outside to my waiting companions.
Kind of weird how snippets of my former life made their way into my dream life. My former place of employment, my old leather sandals, my helicopter ride, my parent's former real estate company, my brother and dad in earlier days... Mostly my dream was a vacation from paralysis, helplessness, and dying.
The helicopter-esque craft had no blades but manuevered much in the same way. We lifted up, seemingly, without effort, encircling the area, admiring the waterways, greenways, and acres of white, light industrial and office buildings (looking a lot like Microsoft). Cars and roadways weren't in evidence on this tour. I commented to the pilot, my surprise at the lack of windows in the footwells, unlike my helicopter tour of the Hoover Dam. This lack did not impair visibility.
We swooshed into a Boeing building, no visible security measures, the documents delivered. I recognized molds, composite materials, and hardware from my Hexcel days. I thought the tour was over when the copter gently banked and landed pillowy soft inside a courtyard between a Mexican restaurant, a Courtyard Residence Inn, and another office building. Our pilot alighted and took toward the offices; we spilled out to grab a bite and discovered the restaurant and inn were open to each other.
While we waited, I strolled into the lobby to discover my brother enjoying a margarita. I stopped to chat and ended up winning $100 in a promotional contest. When I went to redeem my coupon, I noted the sponsoring company, my parent's real estate company. About that time, there was my dad, smiling and helping me collect my winnings, a bank-wrapped stack of $5 bills. In the context of my dream, it was a big deal.
When I moved to catch back up with my friends, I searched for the leather sandals I'd kicked off while visiting with my brother to find they were gone. Both my brother and dad searched to no avail. When the management was alerted, the gave me a choice of black or white high tops, used, to get me back home. I chose black but they got reclaimed by the owner, leaving me with grubby white to bound back outside to my waiting companions.
Kind of weird how snippets of my former life made their way into my dream life. My former place of employment, my old leather sandals, my helicopter ride, my parent's former real estate company, my brother and dad in earlier days... Mostly my dream was a vacation from paralysis, helplessness, and dying.
I dream of everything that ever happened in my life. In these dreams, I am whole, I have ALS but have yet to exhibit symptoms. I am walking, talking, and using my hands and fingers normally. I am not extraordinary, just as I was in my real life, performing routine activities at an above average level. A sought after employee who held herself in low esteem--always striving for perfection.
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