A nightmare or a dream?

I just woke from the weirdest dream. I was in what I thought was Saskatchewan, for a conference associated with the Kwantlen Polytechnic University Student Association.

My dream didn’t get into why but I was away from the hotel we were at, and was delayed getting back to it. I had a rental van with my luggage, a pet carrier, and luggage for two others. I assume I was taking some of our group to the airport?

Anyway, I got back to hotel late and one other from our group arrived just before me and was allowed to go back to his room for another night, as there were no other flights home leaving that day.

But the person we spoke to wasn’t just a hotel worker he was a customs official and he asked me a lot of questions about my job. I explained how I had held several positions both elected and staff positions. But in my mind I knew I didn’t have a position now as I hadn’t worked there since 2010, so I said the job I held the longest was as an events and resource coordinator.

”Well, since you love organizing things you’ll have to organize your way home” said this portly man, wearing a snug shirt that hugged his fat frame, revealing his large stomach, and breasts that might make some thin a-cup sized women jealous. “You’re going to raise the funds online that you will need to stay the extra nights, from people you don’t know. You’ll then also purchase locally several different perfumes and a cologne for yourself because your body odour is awful.”

I was in shock. I returned to my room to find my suitcase and the pet carrier by the door. My Mum and Tiffany had travelled with us but because I had the carrier only Tiffany was there. Mum had gone with others to the airport to catch the flight. As Tiff got close she scooted into this little sitting position she does, but continued to scoot closer to my feet. I bent down with my legs and scooped her up with my hands to give her a hug. I started to cry as I told Tiff how I was so sorry for being late and for stranding us here in the middle of nowhere… I felt so alone but also comforted that she was with me, and I then woke up.

It’s interesting that it was Tiffany with me, and not my own dog Kira. I remember as I was holding Tiffany I felt awful as I didn’t know where to start. I couldn’t even call Mum as she would have been flying.