A man is holding my arm and walking with me is telling me I have to take a helicopter to Florida. We are walking together in a crowded airport for helicopters. It seems to make sense. There is a feeling of urgency. And importance. I agree.
He leaves then, and I am alone in the helicopter airport. Terminals and departure gates for helicopters going all different places. But where is the one for Florida?
I stop to ask people and they say words I can not understand. I tell them I canʻt understand them and they repeat words I still canʻt understand. We are all speaking English. Person after person I ask but I canʻt understand any of them. sometimes they seem to understand me and point me off in some distant direction. I wander off.
Finally, I am there. I have found it. The helicopter terminal to Florida. I start to buy a ticket. I start to think about riding in a helicopter to Florida. Iʻm in Hawaiʻi.
WAIT A MINUTE!
I'm not taking a helicopter ride to Florida!
That is RIDICULOUS!
I NEVER WOULD!
I wake up.
I stopped my direction.
Was that good?
taking control
Or bad?
not taking chances
held back by fear
and logic
I felt in control.
Not letting some unnamed man
tell me to do something
I don't want to do and really couldn't do anyway
Questioning the reality.
