03-24-2013, 03:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2013, 03:30 PM by Adonai One.)
I had a dream last night that I was in a airport with crowds of people, tables and food vendors. There were large windows that gave me a brief glimpse of a dark airport runway. I felt it was late at night.
I was standing in front of the docking gate and a woman in a white flowery dress appears to me with a man in a white suit. Out of nowhere she tells me she was traveling with him. She called him "Mr. Renegade". Things seem blurry after that -- not much later I was speaking with her as she was leaving towards the gate with her partner. Suddenly she pulls out a yellow pen and writes a colorful message on a paper covered table near us along with her phone number.
I magically pull the message off the table in a odd flowing shape and sat down trying to read it, smiling. However, it seems the girl and the man weren't ready to leave yet and sat down next to me at a nearby table. I took a look at the man and he had a young face with a full mustache. He was staring at me. I got nervous and soon looked at the message and tried to read it as fast as I could but it was falling apart in my hands. Then I woke up. I suddenly felt very sad that I wasn't able to read the message.
I was standing in front of the docking gate and a woman in a white flowery dress appears to me with a man in a white suit. Out of nowhere she tells me she was traveling with him. She called him "Mr. Renegade". Things seem blurry after that -- not much later I was speaking with her as she was leaving towards the gate with her partner. Suddenly she pulls out a yellow pen and writes a colorful message on a paper covered table near us along with her phone number.
I magically pull the message off the table in a odd flowing shape and sat down trying to read it, smiling. However, it seems the girl and the man weren't ready to leave yet and sat down next to me at a nearby table. I took a look at the man and he had a young face with a full mustache. He was staring at me. I got nervous and soon looked at the message and tried to read it as fast as I could but it was falling apart in my hands. Then I woke up. I suddenly felt very sad that I wasn't able to read the message.