I had an odd experience at work today. I was just walking around, working, probably filling up the muffin containers in the front case, and all of the sudden I had this flash of Heathrow airport. Like the inside of it, one of the shopping areas- you know, the bright white shopping areas with watches and chocolate and stuff? It was weird. I was thinking, "Why am I thinking of Heathrow?"
And then suddenly, I got this feeling of WANTING to be THERE! In Heathrow. An airport. Like, I could have cried, it was so strong. Now, this was bizzare, and I just kept thinking, WHY would I have this strange urge to be in an airport? I mean, yes, of course I daydream all the time about going back to England and Wales, but I tend to skip the airport in those dreams.
So, I thought, is this spiritual? Should I be praying for people in Heathrow? I still don't know. It was just very peculiar. And then I got over it, and decided to blog it.
This story doesn't have a real ending.
2 comments:
I cry a little inside when I think of being at Heathrow, but I doubt that's the same sensation. Praying is probably a good idea...
Last night I dreamed that I was waiting for a train to take me to the Atlanta airport. (which I hate) And I called to cancel these appoinments for free facials I was going to do with Laura and the lady was trying to make me pay her $100 for cancelling... Not nearly as profound as what you're dealing with!
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