You know how they say dreams are a reflection of one’s life? Last night I dreamt that I missed a flight to Beijing. Don’t ask me why Beijing – I put it down to the fact that I used to travel to Beijing in my previous job.
In my dream, I remember that my flight was supposed to be scheduled at 11.38 (maybe I should buy 4D using this number today). But at 10.50 I was still in the taxi and in a frenzy. I even got the taxi to go to the wrong airport terminal and forgot to take my luggage as I got out at Terminal 1. The taxi driver was running after me with my baggage in tow as I was at the counter check-in and was told that I was supposed to be at Terminal 2 instead. So I rushed back to the taxi and got to Terminal 2, only to be told that I was too late for check-in.
I attributing this dream to the fact that I know I’m going to have a stressful week ahead. I have lots of editorial deadlines to meet and it’s all dependent on people getting information to me. I hate it that I’m in no position to do anything sometimes. If they don’t send me the information, I’m screwed. Chasing them doesn’t seem to help in them disseminating the information. Bleh.