So I had a dream lastnight.
And unlike Martin Luther king, I dreamt about travelling to space along with my husband on a banana boat.
Now, to get yourself going, you just have to get thrown up in the air (no trouble!). So the journey is long and tricky and it takes days to travel through the dark empty sky on a banana boat. But we presevere. And at one point, i look up and see trillions of stars up above. I look at my husband and say ‘Im so grateful that you are here’. And the next thing we know is that we are starting to float in the air. Gravitys lost (!). Loving every moment of it till the moment is finished and we are back on earth in a dark shady corner.
A lady in white coat (insert wtf*) tells us my parents were in the space ahead of us and they will be around looking for us. We decide to get ourselves back up in the air on the banana boat lets not forget. Off we go again. Same journey. Same outcome.
After a few times, we end up indulging in a lot of rather unusual but apparently necessary rituals to get ourselves back up in the air. This involves a horse biting someones looong bundle of hair and then me taking the hair bundle off its mouth, circling it and throwing it up in the air(insert wtf* x 2).
‘Are you getting up?’ I hear the voice of my space voyage partner at 6am and my space journey comes to an end.
I will never know what happened after i threw the hair in the air but lets just hope that we ended up in space and reunited with my parents.
‘You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one’