Turquoise Dreams

11.07.15

sleep 3:45pm-10pm

Finally recall.

I'm somewhere in US with my mom. She says we are going somewhere to see our family. So I buy a plane ticket.

Sitting on an airplane. Window seat. I notice that it's rather comfortable. After you squeeze into your row, the seat itself is larger and more comfy than on other planes. I realize it's because this is a smaller plane.

Somehow I don't know where we are going. We just landed and are taxiing to the airport building. Going under few bridges that look like tunnels. I tell my mom this looks like tunnels in town where we live in europe. Just then I glance a city in the distance and it's New York. I tell her "we are in NY, NY!" Is that where we were going? She says yes, so I'm like cool, I got the right plane ticket.

Some people are getting off, so is my mom. I get up an start walking to the door, but stop to grab a in-flight magazine to learn what type of an airplane this is so I can travel with same one next time. I'm only few seconds behind others, but by the time I get to the door, flight attendant just closed it. I say I'm getting off, so she opens it and I quickly walk out.

There is no airport building, only a dirt field. I look back and there is a chain link fence with small, faded metal sign saying the name of the airport. I'm trying to make it out and remember it. The last part of the name is ...Field.

We walk into some small bar. My mom shows the barkeep a map and asks him how to get to the marked address. It's a crossing of 2 streets. Barkeep writes down few bus line names. A bus arrives outside and leaves. I say there was a bus, but he says we should take a tour bus line, otherwise the bus driver may get mad.

I look at the map. My mom keeps mentioning we need to get to Bonaventura. But the name of 2 cross streets is different. Then I remember that Bonaventura is a name of the building her mom's sister lives. We are going to visit her. I saw the building on the google. It's very nice, with a doorman and all.

2.
We are sitting at the table as guests on come cooking competition. There are 4 kitchens for the competitors. They have teams of 4-5 people. My mom is asking them a lots of questions just to be annoying. I tell her to stop, they need to think what they gonna cook. When she doesn't stop, I walk up to the group of judges and I wait for them to finish evaluating before I tell them about mom. They say it's time to leave anyway. My mom is not happy, but I tell her that guests are allowed to stay only for first half anyway.