This was a very strange dream indeed and some parts are missing.
I am in a department store - difficult to tell where I am exactly as department stores all around the world are bright, clean and nice smelling. I am wandering around in the cosmetics section and thinking about why I'm there. There are several TV screens around advertising various things. I spy an ad for a perfume which hangs on my mind.
Then I am in a huge crowd of people going towards somewhere, the crush feels like Japan. It seems to be the office rush - everyone is in suits carrying briefcases and umbrellas. I'm carried along with the wave until I realise that I am very close to my own apartment building.
There is a sense of foreboding as I approach my building, the crowd still shuffling around me. I realise that a man in a well-cut suit in front of me is carrying a carry-bag from the department store where I was just now. He takes an expensive looking bottle of perfume out of the bag and looks at it. I am standing next to the mailboxes and watching him intently.
Suddenly a policeman comes up next to me and says quietly, we have to hurry, there isn't much time left. I look at him and realise that I am some sort of undercover police person.
The man with the perfume opens the door to my building and I suddenly realise shinazu kintawa is the name of the perfume I saw advertised in the store - and he is going to use it to poison the world by releasing it into the ventilation system of my building. The policeman tells me that the entire world will enter a coma and there will be no going back from this mass destruction.
Who thought there could be a perfume of mass destruction? I think.
We run into the stairwell and all goes black.
The next scene, I am sitting on a plane. I feel relieved that the world has not been terminated, then a sense of dread asI realise that the policeman is no longer with me. Instead I'm with my friends C & S who are chattering away as if nothing has happened (of course.. they don't realise anything has happened).
My heart is heavy as we land, and I'm wondering where the policeman is. We are supposed to be in Bali, but the men who come to move our luggage are heavyset Melanesians and I wonder if we have gone to the wrong country. We look around for our bags and mine is missing - a red duffle bag that I don't have in real life.
Finally all the other bags are collected and there is a single red duffle left which resembles my bag. The airport staff tell us that someone must have picked up my bag by mistake, so I look at the tag to find out who that might be, and it says CW - my boss' name! We find out from immigration that he entered the country saying he will be staying at the Intercontinental.
So we set off along the road which hugs the seashore to go to the Intercontinental. As I look around I say to C&S - this is definitely not Bali! There are hardly any people around, and Denpasar airport is not right next to the sea. The roads in Bali are not nearly so potholed, and none of these people look remotely Indonesian.
They pay no attention to me and keep chattering. In the distance we see some large buildings and go towards them. Then my friend S is tired and has sore feet, and starts complaining.. are we there yet? are we there yet?
Then I wake up.
Post Script - Google translate says shinazu kintawa = it was gold not die.
I am in a department store - difficult to tell where I am exactly as department stores all around the world are bright, clean and nice smelling. I am wandering around in the cosmetics section and thinking about why I'm there. There are several TV screens around advertising various things. I spy an ad for a perfume which hangs on my mind.
Then I am in a huge crowd of people going towards somewhere, the crush feels like Japan. It seems to be the office rush - everyone is in suits carrying briefcases and umbrellas. I'm carried along with the wave until I realise that I am very close to my own apartment building.
There is a sense of foreboding as I approach my building, the crowd still shuffling around me. I realise that a man in a well-cut suit in front of me is carrying a carry-bag from the department store where I was just now. He takes an expensive looking bottle of perfume out of the bag and looks at it. I am standing next to the mailboxes and watching him intently.
Suddenly a policeman comes up next to me and says quietly, we have to hurry, there isn't much time left. I look at him and realise that I am some sort of undercover police person.
The man with the perfume opens the door to my building and I suddenly realise shinazu kintawa is the name of the perfume I saw advertised in the store - and he is going to use it to poison the world by releasing it into the ventilation system of my building. The policeman tells me that the entire world will enter a coma and there will be no going back from this mass destruction.
Who thought there could be a perfume of mass destruction? I think.
We run into the stairwell and all goes black.
The next scene, I am sitting on a plane. I feel relieved that the world has not been terminated, then a sense of dread asI realise that the policeman is no longer with me. Instead I'm with my friends C & S who are chattering away as if nothing has happened (of course.. they don't realise anything has happened).
My heart is heavy as we land, and I'm wondering where the policeman is. We are supposed to be in Bali, but the men who come to move our luggage are heavyset Melanesians and I wonder if we have gone to the wrong country. We look around for our bags and mine is missing - a red duffle bag that I don't have in real life.
Finally all the other bags are collected and there is a single red duffle left which resembles my bag. The airport staff tell us that someone must have picked up my bag by mistake, so I look at the tag to find out who that might be, and it says CW - my boss' name! We find out from immigration that he entered the country saying he will be staying at the Intercontinental.
So we set off along the road which hugs the seashore to go to the Intercontinental. As I look around I say to C&S - this is definitely not Bali! There are hardly any people around, and Denpasar airport is not right next to the sea. The roads in Bali are not nearly so potholed, and none of these people look remotely Indonesian.
They pay no attention to me and keep chattering. In the distance we see some large buildings and go towards them. Then my friend S is tired and has sore feet, and starts complaining.. are we there yet? are we there yet?
Then I wake up.
Post Script - Google translate says shinazu kintawa = it was gold not die.
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