Sunday, December 28, 2008
I am on a plane with Kim Madliak and Sherry Jordan. We all three have removed our shoes and my toes are painted a brilliant red although my pedicure seems to be more recent than either of theirs. I tell them both that I'll be right back and I leave the plane and ask one of the airport staff about a flight to India which I have booked but about which I had completely forgotten. The person looks at the flight schedules and says that my flight to India is actually boarding at that moment. I rush back onto the other plane to grab my carry on and coat (the Dover one that I always take from Rob) and rush to find the gate from which my flight will be leaving--gate 9. The people can't seem to show me where it is and as I am rushing around to find it I happen to see two conveyor belts one leading to gate 9 and the other to gate 8. I jump onto the one going to gate 9 and see that it goes straight and then starts moving down. I grip the rails, anxious about my vertigo. The conveyor belt turns into an escalator which goes down before once again leveling off and then rising upward. From the way it looks, as it moves up it also rolls out of the interior of the building, rather like a slow roller coaster, and because there are no clear walls holding me in, I lay down on the floor so as not to see the distance between myself and the ground. It continues to rise endlessly before leveling off again and I wait, with my eyes closed, to feel the belt beneath me change into something more solid and stable which eventually happens as I slide right onto the plane. I get up and I am on the plane which seems more like a private plane. My excitement is now mounting as I realize I am going to India instead of wherever that other plane was going and also because in India I know I will find the cure for my vertigo. I call Rob because I know that, in my haste to get to the plane, I had forgotten to call Dr Beshears and tell him that I am going to be in India soon. I need to call the doctor and hope that he will be in India although his presence will not preclude my doing whatever it takes to get the answers I am seeking.
Labels:
airplane,
airport,
coat,
conveyor belt,
escalator,
India,
kim,
nine,
phone call,
red pedicure,
sherry,
vertigo
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