These Things That Are My Dreams

Sooo... I think I need to stop jumping off/out of things that are high up in the air...  I'll also start off by saying that this wasn't the most entertaining of my dreams, so feel free to stop reading.  Really.  I'll let you know about the good stuff.

So, you know those swings that go way high up in the air at carnivals?  My dream last night involved something like that, except there was a helicopter.  Basically you'd get strapped up with someone else to this cord that would hang from the helicopter and then you'd swing around in the air in the same circular motion as carnival swings (except, well, much higher up in the air).  So, I got partnered up with this random old guy whose turn it was to go up, and there was this whole long tedious process of signing forms and cleansing (weird) and suiting up before you could go up, and you got assigned a number.  I got the number 7, and it was written on my hand in this pretty sparkly silver color.

As we were waiting on the helicopter pad and attached to the noisy helicopter and about to lift off, one of the employees came over and shouted, "Wait, stop, stop... stop everything... what's her number.... 7? Is your number 7?? No, I'm sorry, you have to come back."  According to what this employee was saying, there were others who had to go ahead of me, and I had to be reassigned to number 9, and they wrote it in with an ugly Sharpie.  Now, have you ever tried to logically explain your position to someone who absolutely refuses to let you speak in a dream? Like other things in dreams, the feeling you get from it is amplified times 10.  So I was super frustrated trying to explain that it did not make sense for me to go through the entire flight preparation process all over again and I was entitled to go right then and how this was the last day of my vacation and they were making me waste it waiting around and that I didn't even want to get on their helicopter anymore because they just took all the joy out of the experience for me... and I woke up.

Apparently I was really riled up about not being able to dangle from a helicopter and being bumped to the back of the line.  I actually grabbed the cheeks of the employee who was told to walk me back inside between my hands at the end like a grandmother and said, "You know what? Why don't YOU finish. PLEASE. I insist," since she refused to let me speak.  She just smiled calmly and rolled her eyes and was adamant about explaining to me how their business was actually doing me a favor if I really thought about it, which irked me even more.  Grrr.  Been fresh in my head all day.  Still gets my feathers all ruffled up just thinking about it.

Fin.