Post- Nightmare

 Woke up at 6:45… nightmare which sort of became reality, wrote it down. 

Read email from my new friend. I was so relieved. I thought he would never write again. Once again, he proved me wrong. I am sure I will paranoid about it again. I’ve been telling myself, get ready to let him go, don’t get too attached. 

Drove to get a latte, went back home to get ready. Time crept up on me. My appointment was at 9:15 am and it was 9! GPS showed 26 minutes ride. 

I couldn’t find the car keys for the life of me. Similar to the nightmare, I was trapped! 

I got anxious and desperate. Finally found them in the car. 

Reminded myself better to be late than to be in an accident. 

Listen to the radio for a change. They were listing all the things that happened in 2006 - an important significant year for me. 

It was raining and traffic was heavy- many obstacles on the road. 

Arrived to park, issues with getting the payment. Long line outside court house. A Row of mixed kind of people in rain jackets. Went through security, got off the wrong floor, run to the stairs. Opened a two set of doors, thought about Borges, JC El Laberinto! Elevator opened to a long hallway. Tons of mixed kind of people in rain jackets. Rain jackets are all black, no colors. 

I  am looking for Room 26- yes 26 like the new year. 20 years ago my life had a significant change. 

Room 26 at the end of hall. 

Run through a field of rain jackets, all black. Some old lady fell from wheel chair. Paramedics were attending her wounds. No time to see, keep running you are super late. 

Another crow of people outside room 26. Some black dude, strong smell of weed, with his bloody shot eyes told me I wasn’t late. You are ok, you are not late, we are all still waiting. I felt a rush of relief. I thank him profoundly. Looked for a place to sit. 

Now I am reflecting on the dream I had, and how it fits well with what just happened. Remembered more details suddenly. 

In the dream, I was in a hurry to go somewhere, there was no way of transport, phone wasn’t working. 

(dream projected my anxiety this morning)  

Then kidnapped by some older man. Arrived to the parking, older man in the phone. He signaled with his hands where to park. He sent me to the disabled. I am confused, he understands and makes a “is ok” gesture. Parked. Where do I pay? is raining I can’t see very well. Guy still talking on the phone, pointing to a metal  box with buttons on the side. I can’t take out my credit card right now, buried inside my purse. Can I pay with phone? Guy pointed out to a billboard with an RQ code. 

I pointed my phone, page popped out in screen, a fom to complete requesting  lots of information. I get frustrated. Started completing form. The charge is doubled. Fuck this, let me get my card. Under the rain and in a haste, slipped my fingers inside purse. Got my card, guy is so slow to help, he is so distracted. Get payment, get ticket. In a way this was also exaggerated in my dream. I did feel trapped. 

Must remember this for next time. Dreams exagerate everything.