I asked, “Where do I go?”
And the big man in the white shirt said, “Go there”.
I looked where he was pointing and there was a wooden kiosk with puppets on strings. They were clowns. They were silent.
I said, ” there is no door” but the man in white had become a wall.
I asked, “Where do I go?” and the lady with the clowns said, “Go through that door.”
I looked for a door but the wooden wall was covered in blue and white Swedish plates.
“There is no door,” I said.
And a clown said, “It is magic.”
A plate handed me my suitcase.
I looked at the man in white as I walked to the gate.
The man in white said, “They are on the plane.”
“I am going to Norway. Is that the New Zealand flight?”
“It is on the taxiway. You have to stay.”
I missed my flight.
Now what do I do?
(that was my very vivid dream last night. Does someone know how I got there???)