Dollars and Doughnuts
Man was that a weird one for the books. Or blog even.
It begins,, I'm off down town on my roller-blades. Now I haven't used those blades in the best part of a year so I'm very very shaky on em. Bizarrely when I check them, I find my feet are too small for them. A physical impossibility. Still no lucid twig though :(
Anyway I manage to slide and trip and fall my way to the square outside the shopping centre where my mbile went off. The next bit is a blank to me but all of a sudden I'm at an airport, with nothing but my blades and my clothes. Not even a jacket. For some reason it was very important that I get on a plane to Norway. After several failed attempts to stand up on the floor, I took off my blades and promptly discarded them, reducing anything I had with me to just my clothes. I went over to the desk (which was more like an office cubicle than an airport ticket desk) and I ask for a ticket. From my pocket I produce a fistful of coins that someone (it may have been my Dad) gave me at the square outside the shopping centre. I'm sure the price of a ticket was something ridiculous like £2.50. I start counting it out and find I have exactly £2.49, a 3$ coin (which I'm fairly certain doesn't exist) and a few other American coins that I have no clue how I got. After a lot more fumbling in my pockets desperately, I find a five pound note and throw it down on the table where it rolls like a coin instead of flapping like a note. Then someone taps me on the shoulder. On my right is Kim a friend from school, apparently going on the same flight, to my left the tall slim gothy girl who's name I don't know. I think there may have been another guy there as well but he didn't speak, nor did I see his face. We were going to Norway to train for something but apparently I wasn't staying with them. So I thought of my net-friend Baggins (Pers K Josef Insulan or PJ) and was wondering how I was going to ask him if it was ok I crash out on his couch when we got there.
At this point someone (I think it was Kim) said that the flight was leaving soon and they had to get their tickets. The gothy girl ordered me to go ahead and "Cause some Chaos" to stop them taking off before they got there. Off I went on a mad sprint through an airport , which as anyone who has tried it will now, it's very very hard to do, dodging through people, running far faster than I should have been able to. Eventually I skidded through a door in a partition that was across the seemingly circular(hence doughnut) structure that was this airport. Come to think of it, the area I started in had no doors, nor access that was visible to the outside world.
Anyway, in this structure it looked like some sort of heinous cross between an airport, a cinema and a car garage. I can only assume it was some sort of "Drive Away" rental place as they had cars stacked several deep next to a counter, including this big orange jeep thing that was incredibly wide and low slung to the ground
Bizarrely my Dad and brother were there looking at the cars and just about ignoring me beyond "Oh hello" when I skidded to a halt right in front of them because I was trying to find a gate on the other side of the airport.
After that, someone came into my room and I woke up. Whether we boarded the plane or not, remains to be seen.
Matt Out
It begins,, I'm off down town on my roller-blades. Now I haven't used those blades in the best part of a year so I'm very very shaky on em. Bizarrely when I check them, I find my feet are too small for them. A physical impossibility. Still no lucid twig though :(
Anyway I manage to slide and trip and fall my way to the square outside the shopping centre where my mbile went off. The next bit is a blank to me but all of a sudden I'm at an airport, with nothing but my blades and my clothes. Not even a jacket. For some reason it was very important that I get on a plane to Norway. After several failed attempts to stand up on the floor, I took off my blades and promptly discarded them, reducing anything I had with me to just my clothes. I went over to the desk (which was more like an office cubicle than an airport ticket desk) and I ask for a ticket. From my pocket I produce a fistful of coins that someone (it may have been my Dad) gave me at the square outside the shopping centre. I'm sure the price of a ticket was something ridiculous like £2.50. I start counting it out and find I have exactly £2.49, a 3$ coin (which I'm fairly certain doesn't exist) and a few other American coins that I have no clue how I got. After a lot more fumbling in my pockets desperately, I find a five pound note and throw it down on the table where it rolls like a coin instead of flapping like a note. Then someone taps me on the shoulder. On my right is Kim a friend from school, apparently going on the same flight, to my left the tall slim gothy girl who's name I don't know. I think there may have been another guy there as well but he didn't speak, nor did I see his face. We were going to Norway to train for something but apparently I wasn't staying with them. So I thought of my net-friend Baggins (Pers K Josef Insulan or PJ) and was wondering how I was going to ask him if it was ok I crash out on his couch when we got there.
At this point someone (I think it was Kim) said that the flight was leaving soon and they had to get their tickets. The gothy girl ordered me to go ahead and "Cause some Chaos" to stop them taking off before they got there. Off I went on a mad sprint through an airport , which as anyone who has tried it will now, it's very very hard to do, dodging through people, running far faster than I should have been able to. Eventually I skidded through a door in a partition that was across the seemingly circular(hence doughnut) structure that was this airport. Come to think of it, the area I started in had no doors, nor access that was visible to the outside world.
Anyway, in this structure it looked like some sort of heinous cross between an airport, a cinema and a car garage. I can only assume it was some sort of "Drive Away" rental place as they had cars stacked several deep next to a counter, including this big orange jeep thing that was incredibly wide and low slung to the ground
Bizarrely my Dad and brother were there looking at the cars and just about ignoring me beyond "Oh hello" when I skidded to a halt right in front of them because I was trying to find a gate on the other side of the airport.
After that, someone came into my room and I woke up. Whether we boarded the plane or not, remains to be seen.
Matt Out
posted by Matt McPherson at 1:36 AM
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