{"id":13275,"date":"2020-01-22T18:24:13","date_gmt":"2020-01-22T23:24:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=13275"},"modified":"2020-01-22T18:24:13","modified_gmt":"2020-01-22T23:24:13","slug":"the-deadly-dream-airport","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=13275","title":{"rendered":"The deadly dream airport"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/images.unsplash.com\/photo-1548660179-3f5977dff12b?ixlib=rb-1.2.1&amp;ixid=eyJhcHBfaWQiOjEyMDd9&amp;auto=format&amp;fit=crop&amp;w=400&amp;q=80\" alt=\"\"\/><figcaption> Photo credit: <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@dbyche1016\">Digby Cheung@dbyche1016<\/a> <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>I remember a dream<\/strong> I had last night, which is a rarity for me. I remember it because it disturbed me enough to wake me up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was in an airport. A ticket agent (or somebody) had just\ndirected me toward the gate I needed, and I had to hurry. So I rushed along the\nwalkway, toward a descending stairway ahead of me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But as I approached the stairway, I had the sudden\nconviction that this wasn\u2019t a stairway. It was an edge. Beyond that edge there\nwas just open space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I suddenly dropped on my face, and peered over the edge.\nSure enough, I was at the end of a sort of mezzanine floor without a guard rail\n\u2013 a dangerous arrangement no real-life airport would contemplate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But as I looked down, I suddenly heard someone (a young\nperson, male or female, I\u2019m not sure) running up behind me. They were going\nvery fast, and I had no time to warn them before they shot over the edge and\nplunged to the floor below. Not necessarily a fatal fall, but surely injurious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Then I woke up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have theories about what that dream meant, but I\u2019ll let\nyou speculate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>I applied for a job today.<\/strong> I won\u2019t tell you what it is, except that it involves editing. But it seemed (in some ways) ideal for my skills and personality, so I took a chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was half way through the application when I saw that they\nwanted me to link to a Google Doc of some of my editing work. And I thought, \u201cForget\nthis. I don\u2019t have Google Docs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">And my brain replied, <em>\u201cWait, haven\u2019t you used Google Docs before? You have an account. Check it out.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I checked, and behold, I do have a Google Docs account. I created\nthe link.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I\u2019m rather proud of myself for not chickening out (for\nonce). But boy, I make this hard for myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I remember a dream I had last night, which is a rarity for me. I remember it because it disturbed me enough to wake me up. I was in an airport. A ticket agent (or somebody) had just directed me toward the gate I needed, and I had to hurry. 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