flight jitters and dreams

I always feel sick on my flights back to SF. Maybe it was because it was raining and cloudy and a bit bumpy. Maybe it's because my flight was delayed due to a power outage at Long Beach airport, and I had deja vu that this was supposed to happen. Maybe it's because I'm finally back in Kansas after a fun weekend in Oz.

How I long to be back in Oz.

Power went out at the airport, and I was still sitting at the gate, thank God. Flight 242 to NYC was still on the tarmack, and those poor people had to stay on the plane for over an hour before taking off. I felt so sorry for them. I wouldn't be able to stand it, I get so claustrophobic.

I once thought I had a "dream"-I'll explain the quotes later--that I was in a darkened airport, not too full of many people. I was sitting with my baggage holding a book. The main action I remember was seeing a man with a backpack walk towards me. And that was the end of it.

I call it a "dream" because I thought it was a dream only it didn't feel like a dream. It was more like a memory that I had forgotten, but it never happened. I'd never been in a darkened airport. I never in my waking moments would imagine myself in a darkened airport. So what was this memory, this feeling?

I've got a bad case of paramnesia. I get deja vu at least 4 times a year. The last time I had it I actually remember the exact moment I had the "dream" right when it happened. Sophomore year I saw myself writing a paper for the film "Aliens". I was taking Film History I that year and was nowhere near writing a paper for "Aliens". I thought to myself, "That didn't happen! When would that ever happen?" Three years later--also known as last semester when I was taking Science Fiction Film, I would write a paper on "Aliens". Imagine that. So trippy. I can't get over it. Can I see into the future? Has everything already been planned out for me? Do I get any say? Is everything I do something God wants me to do?

Anyway, on some trivial matters, I looked really cute today. I have never looked this cute. I could've been on The Sartorialist. Nah, just kidding. I wore a gray v-neck shirt, my new tweedy skirt over black tights, and black high top Converses. Add a wool pea coat for good warm measure. I carried my old-timey suitcase. When I got to the airport, an airport security guy asked me if I was heading back to the East Coast. Imagine that! Me an East coast girl! I've been saying "Imagine that" a lot, I do apologize. But that felt pretty cool. Most of the girls in So Cal dress the same anyway.