—— ooOO – OOoo ——

I was in an airport terminal; I had some things I’d bought with me. I came up to three cash desks where many souls were all lined up, queuing. “I can’t stand here all day,” I thought, and jumped the queue. No cashier was at the till.

I continued and came to a different place, a place for staff. A man said to me, “You can put your things in a box here, you can retrieve them later.” Then everything faded away.

After I woke up from the dream I had difficulty interpreting it. I sat in the living room and turned on the news. A plane had crashed in Turkey’s mountainous regions. There were between fifty-five and sixty on board, all fatalities.
I remembered the dream. It may be that those who queued in front of the who checkouts were on board. I’ll try and contact them, let’s see how it develops.

—— ooOO – OOoo ——

I was drowsing, Chreel stood by my bed. “Why donít you write anymore?” she asked.

What could I say, I’m writing now.

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“A plane had crashed in Turkey’s mountainous regions.”  

“It may be that those who queued in front of the who checkouts were on board.”