Searching Buddha

I am in a court costume and I am in the gardens of Versaille. I enter a building, where my sister is attending Marie Antoinette. She and the other ladies are putting on a play of their own devising. I sit in the back of the room, arranging my skirts around me, so that I can watch.

My sisters heads backstage and while poised in the door, she utters a treasonous comment about Marie Antoinette. Suddenly, the entire room freezes and Marie Antoinette comes out in a rage and puts my sister into a torture device on the right-hand side of the room. It looks like a tanning bed and it's magnetic and it holds her with her arms held out in a cross. I am crying and screaming to let her go, but she stays in the device, frozen in space and time.

Suddenly I'm in modern clothing, in an airport hallway. My plane to Portland, Oregon is at 10 a.m., but I'm not packed and my things are scattered across the hall. I realize that it's 9:57 and I'm going to miss my plane. My father shows up and I'm screaming for him to help me get my stuff together, because I'll never make it and I'll have to explain to my best friend why I didn't get to visit her again. Eventually I abandon my stuff, hug my father and tell him I love him and then race through security.

But it's not that easy - two bossy women with long braids stop me and insist that I must be searched. They wave the wand over me as I watch my plane pull away from the gate through the window of the airport.

I awake, mouth dry and heart pounding.

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Dreamer analysis: I'm not sure about the Versaille bit (other than that we did a skit in class last night, which involved a play), but I am going to Portland this weekend. The last time I tried to visit my best friend, my plane was cancelled and I couldn't get on another one for two days, so I didn't make it out to visit. My plane does leave at 10 a.m. on Friday. I also talked to my dad yesterday and we always end our conversations by saying "I love you", so that's consistent too.