I was on some airport with Laura and a schoolfriend of us, we were to take a couple of flights, but, we weren't allowed to board unless we provided a cake, so we baked a upside down pineapple cake (which I had never tasted or baked, by the way) and we were able to board.
So here we are on the airplane and the stewardess comes up with a food cart and the cake on top and she slices it and gives each passenger a slice, as if we were on a birthday party, I take my slice and for some reason walk down the aisle to the back of the airplane; the back has a row of seats like those you find on the back of an urban bus and there's a girl sitting on the right and a guy on the left; the guy on the left says "OMG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" and I see that we are about to land!, I can see the runway through the window already and here I am, standing on the back of the airplane, with a slice of cake in my hand, so I quickly seat down and because there are no seat belts on that row, I just hope the landing won't we rough.
it isn't, thank God, and while we are rolling on the runway, the girl on the right inquires about the cake and asks me if it is fried and tell her it isn't, she asks me if I'm sure, I tell her I baked it myself and so she wishes she could have some and so we share.
So now, we are on a big hospital and there's Laura and me and the old schoolfriend has been replaced by a friend of Laura's, so Laura is having a cigarette and her friend tells me how Laura is having financial problems and how does she cope with that and I leave in anger, because I actually hate that people that I don't know very well feels the need to tell me how Laura, my best friend since kinder-garden, is and I'm very mad that Laura hasn't considered asking me for financial help and as I get outside, there are three very old men laughing and having a good time and one of them says to me "when Laura has financial problems, in order to save money, she eats nothing but popsicles, isn't that great?" and now, very mad I answer: "You mean, she goes for months eating nothing but water, sugar, artificial colorings and flavors?, yeah AWSOME!" and I'm dripping with sarcasm, but they don't get it.
So I walk around the hospital and now I'm on the front, and it's looking pretty much like a hotel we stayed with my husband for six months and there's a lady there that seems to be some sort of taxi caller or something like that, she tells me that if I'm going to the city, now there are trains that come right up there and she really means it; here comes a train right to where we were standing and now, she is with her family, kids and husband and her sister's family and her sister and her kids take the train that is on the other side and as we say goodbye, the taxi caller lady's boy, whom is autistic, runs up and hops on the train with the sister on it and oh,no!, because he absolutely has to have some medicine with him at all times and he doesn't, so his father tries to get him, but the trains are about to leave and someone comes and puts a barrier between us and the trains, so the father says to me "cover me up!' and as I do, he opens a panel on the barrier and gets on the tracks and gets the medicine to the boy and before he can get off the tracks, the trains star up and maybe he got ran over!, his wife and children are on one of the trains and they are leaving and she pleads with me to find about her husband or his body and I'm so sad!, but here I hear my name and I turn and I see that the father is alive and well, he stopped in between the tracks just in time and both trains buzzed by him but didn't harm him, so now, we have to get to the city before the wife gets there and tells his parents and to we take of walking (if we can get there walking faster than on the train, then why is anybody taking the train?) anyway, so here we are and the father is now Stephen Rea and there's another man with him, a subordinate of his and we get into this canyon like area and the sun is going down and that's not good, because this city is under martial law and anyone that is caught at that canyon in the dark is pretty much suspicious of anything and here come the police or something and I'm thinking we are screwed, but, off one of the cars a bald man comes screaming: "commissioner Hoshina, commissioner Hoshina!!, help me, please, commissioner, they think I'm a rogue!" and I remember that, right!, the father aka Stephen Rea aka commissioner Hoshina is a high ranking official and that we are in Edo, that is, medieval Tokyo and if there is anybody you want to be caught right there on that canyon is with a high ranking official and as I keep walking I think "what is he going to do?, is he going to help this guy or is he going to look away to save his own hide like everyone else?".
Also, a couple of nights ago, I woke up thinking "this is really bad, but at least, it wasn't made in Memphis".
God knows what that is supposed to mean.
And a new appointment with my doctor, the last one was in january and my abdominal pain hasn't gone away and I'm seriously doubting his preliminary "it's just IBS" diagnosis; if he waves me off again, I'm going to pinch him silly.
And then I'm going to change doctors.
Oh and it seems that I'm headed for a midlife crisis. D:
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