Marathon on a Cuise Ship

I was in the court where my mom lives (this is where a great many of my dreams take place) about to run a 5k marathon. I was nervous about it because I'm a truly terrible runner. But, for some reason I was already registered and ready to start, so I was going to attempt it.

I began to run; there were only about 3 other people besides me running, one of whom I believe was Mel Gibson. Since we were running in the court and the court is quite small, the race consisted of 5 or so laps up the hill and back down. Running down the hill was a piece of cake and running up was harder (surprise, my dreams are sometimes realistic).

I was doing surprisingly well. I was not afflicted with my real-life running debilitation and was actually making decent time and feeling good about it. I was sweating up a storm, but the uphills were invigorating and the downhills were encouraging. I would also rest at the top of the hill each time to catch my breath before continuing on.

My family was cheering me on from the steps of my mom's house: my mom, sister, and Grandpa were definitely there, in addition to a few others. My Grandpa even got up and ran next to me for part of it to encourage me.

I couldn't believe when we only had one more lap to go; I was going to make it! I ran down the hill next to another girl who was in the marathon and about halfway down, she turned around and made an easy dash back up the hill for the finish line. She had cheated! We were supposed to go all the way down the hill to the bottom, you can't just turn around halfway. Because of that her time was under 7 minutes and she had gotten all the glory.

In spite of her I ran all the way to the bottom of the court and touched the sidewalk at the bottom before turning around to make a good time in the low 7 minutes. I was so happy!

After I finished, I turned to where my family had been sitting and there was suddenly a whole crowd of people and I was on a cruise ship. I had to go find my room so that I could shower and change for dinner. Did I bring anything nice to wear? I wasn't sure.

Everyone was wearing ball gowns and fancy dresses. I couldn't find an elevator and asked an employee how to get to the "T" deck. He had a strong accent and was hard to understand but directed me toward an elevator. I think I got off at the wrong floor but was shortly fed some strange food which I ate at a table with Commander (or Lieutenant, depending on the season) Worf.

Missed Flight

So maybe I am more nervous about our upcoming trip than I feel. Now I am, at least, after this dream. I had a dream that Kane and I had a trip to Europe planned before our Japan trip. Nevermind that our Japan trip is in 2 days; somehow we were squeezing a Europe trip in there.

I keep saying how we haven't prepared much for Japan, but in the dream we hadn't prepared at all for Europe. I'm not even sure we packed. We just arrived at the airport and were going. I was looking at our itinerary and we were flying direct to Stockholm. Our hotel bookings, however, had us booked somewhere else the first night (Scotland?) which was not within a reasonable distance of our arrival destination. I saw that we had all of our hotels booked, but that they weren't going to work because we couldn't get to the first one on time, so they'd all be messed up. I was wondering if I should call them all or if we should try to catch another flight once we got to Stockholm to try to salvage the reservations.

We boarded the plane and it started to take off. We took a sharp turn and I could see the ground out of my window. I hate when they do that. Then I saw something fall off the plane down to the ground. Apparently the captain had meant to drop whatever it was, but we were still on our way down fast after losing it. We crashed with nothing more than a thud, which surprised me. We weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

They de-boarded us and showed us to a temporary camp area with little cabins. I'm not sure why I couldn't just go home or stay in a hotel, but we were in the cabins. All I wanted to do was call Alana to tell her that our plans were going to be all messed up now (mixing the fake Europe trip with the real Japan trip now) and figure out how we were going to meet. There was no internet and I didn't have her phone number.

I walked around our little encampment area at dusk and had a look at all the food stalls they had. It was sort of like a tiny county fair with all the hot dog stands and people selling jewelry and stuff. It was very informal, but I guess some of the stuff was free for us since we were still waiting for another flight. I asked for an orange juice and the man handed me a sangria. So much for service. I drank it anyway.

I wanted to ask how long it would be until we could go, but I didn't want to bother the staff since I'm sure everyone else had already asked. I needed a bathroom and followed a sign to one under a nearby overpass. It was dark and the toilets were hollowed out chairs in rows up on pedestals. Some were kitchen chairs, some recliners, etc. No doors. I had to pee badly though, so I went anyway (but didn't go in real life, thank goodness). The roll of toilet paper was a roll of tape; I had to ask someone to grab me some real toilet paper from another chair.

Then my grandpa came up and yelled at me for wandering off alone. It was night time and I had gone to the overpass bathroom alone, and that wasn't safe. I said sorry and let him take me back to the camp.