Turtle Soup Dream
I dreamed that I was away for business. Some kind of conference. But I had to leave early for another conference in a small city about 60 or so miles south of where I work. I flew out early in the morning and was going to be in that city for a day until the conference started bright and early the day.
I had planned to go to the historic library down town, which I’ve been too before. But there was some special kind of food court that I and some other guys in the same boat–they were pretty glum about being stranded there for the day–decided to wander through first. They had a booth dedicated entirely to chocolate-dipped strawberries. They had a big counter dedicated to turtle soup. And there was a Mexican place which wasn’t open yet that was also apparently dedicated to Mexican turtle dishes.
Then it occurred to me that I was close enough to home, I could just go home for the day. So I did.
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Coronald McDonald
August 2, 2022
I have been retired several years and with the advent of Covey XIX, I haven’t so much as set foot on a city bus let alone an aircraft, nor traveled more than a few hours from home. But I still have dreams all the time of the office and business trips as well.
Your dream reminds me of the time I was stranded at Dulles because homeland security detained my originating flight and I missed my connection home. At that point I was within a few hours’ drive time of home, but didn’t want to make my wife drive all that way. I seriously toyed with the idea of renting a car, driving home for a good night’s sleep, then driving back in the morning to catch my new connection later that day to get back home.