Ugh. Rough night of uncompleted dreams.
This trip, I found myself confronted with some confounded contraption that was delaying my ability to check in for a flight. Just when I was about to get the last button pushed or the last tile placed on a a giant game board or the last ring snagged from a carousel to release the machine to generate my boarding pass, my brain would short circuit and the completed dream would fizzle.
In a half asleep fog, I would have to bear down to bring back the beginnings of REM – mentally grit my teeth as it were. The dream reappeared but I was back at the end of the line and the machine that dispensed the boarding passes and its required maneuverings were different than the last.
I guess this must have transpired at least a half dozen times over the course of my night.
Forevermore checking in. It’s my private hell.