meaning?
Last night I had a curious dream
Kate and I were driving through rural Brisbane. It was snowing, and the road was covered in swathes of ice - they looked as big and dangerous as icebergs. The road was signposted as 100, we were doing 60 and felt really unsafe. We were worried we'd run out of petrol, but realised there was a 24-hour station ahead, but we didn't stop in.
We were on our way to pick up an old friend (distant friend) from the airport. We must have missed a turn, we reached a fork in the road - a t-intersection. Now on foot we were heading down steps carved from (or covered in) snow. We arrived at a huge complex of modern apartments and garden flats. They seemed to all be vacant, with the same real estate sign in the windows, exposed gyprock and unfinished seals. The stairs joined onto the high walls of a courtyard. We needed to do a loop to turn around and head back to the car, and civilisation. Kate went first, negotiating the slippery steps, she was almost back to the path. I was nervous, my balance was shaky. I lost my footing but seemed to save it. I couldn't tell though if I was going to make it, or fall into the empty courtyard.
As always seems to happen at that kind of moment, my alarm rang. 515am, time to get up and head back to Newcastle for another week of work.
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On an unrelated (?) topic, i know of two people who had their hopes dashed last Friday, 13th June.
Kate and I were driving through rural Brisbane. It was snowing, and the road was covered in swathes of ice - they looked as big and dangerous as icebergs. The road was signposted as 100, we were doing 60 and felt really unsafe. We were worried we'd run out of petrol, but realised there was a 24-hour station ahead, but we didn't stop in.
We were on our way to pick up an old friend (distant friend) from the airport. We must have missed a turn, we reached a fork in the road - a t-intersection. Now on foot we were heading down steps carved from (or covered in) snow. We arrived at a huge complex of modern apartments and garden flats. They seemed to all be vacant, with the same real estate sign in the windows, exposed gyprock and unfinished seals. The stairs joined onto the high walls of a courtyard. We needed to do a loop to turn around and head back to the car, and civilisation. Kate went first, negotiating the slippery steps, she was almost back to the path. I was nervous, my balance was shaky. I lost my footing but seemed to save it. I couldn't tell though if I was going to make it, or fall into the empty courtyard.
As always seems to happen at that kind of moment, my alarm rang. 515am, time to get up and head back to Newcastle for another week of work.
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On an unrelated (?) topic, i know of two people who had their hopes dashed last Friday, 13th June.
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