Arriving at the airport in the dream of a sleepy daze I found my baggage and wandered through the automatic sliding doors to see my name. The man with my name acknowledged my nod and we shook hands after some hesitation. I tried to ask him if I could draw some money to pay him. He gestured to stop, pulling out a phone. The voice on the other end said that payment had already been made.
From there it was a brisk walk to the car. He pulled out before we loaded my luggage into the trunk. When I tried to hop into the driver’s door, he stopped me as I laughed. As we drove through the dreamy night city light we approached the first toll gate in a haze. I’m Bill Murray in Lost in Translation, I felt.
Slowly through the dream the automatic window started to slide down and there was a loud “ahhhggggggggggggggggggggggggggggooooooooooooooooh,” a collection of mucous and a great globulous spit to rival the most seasoned of marathon runners.
My smile concealed a laugh as I chuckled inside.
After meeting the voice on the end of the phone I noticed a cute little kitty decorative tag on it. “Your life will be more beautiful than the movies,” it said. Not horrors, I hoped. But the missing premise is full of positive happiness and joy.
I’m a happy way gook. I love the people and the cities they make.
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