the last night home

last night i had another notably strange dream. it was anxiety producing and caused me to wake up in a drenching sweat. cute, right? as with all of my dreams, this didn't necessarily have a starting or ending point. it just begins. 

i knew i was in russia for some reason. i was there on an organized trip for something i can't remember. i knew a few people there, but not very much. the group was filled with random faces. we ended up going to some mansion that apparently had a long history behind it. it was filled with ridiculously expensive objects, the walls were lined with gold trim, and the windows went all the way up to its cathedral ceilings. we were told to stay on the first floor because the second floor was known to be dangerous and people didn't come back down when they went up. naturally, i went upstairs. it was kid's room after kid's room and it was creepy. i started hearing things dropping and breaking- typical haunted house procedure. i ran down the stairs and joined the rest of the group. we left the mansion and went to a train station. it was an odd train station though because it had an outdoor pool with people swimming in it even though it was raining at that point. the group went in and i refrained. i kept checking the time because we were supposed to be leaving soon and take the train to the airport. i let them know and they dried off and we got our tickets out. a bunch of trains were called so it was a huge crowd of people going in all different directions. somehow i got disconnected from my group and was on the platform for a train that i shouldn't be on. i heard a man yelling to another ticket checker things like "get the girl, finish her!" and i assumed it was me they were talking about. so even though i knew i was going in the wrong direction, i got on the wrong train and heard the conductor spit out a bunch of stations i didn't recognize 1) because it's russia and 2) because not one of them mentioned an airport. at this point, i'm freaking out. i get off at the first station and for some reason there is no platform. there is just snow and lot's of parked bulldozers and construction machines and pine trees. i was in the middle of no where and there was no one around. i was stranded in russia, horribly alone. i cried incredibly hard for a few minutes and then made myself stop. after some time, another train passed and stopped by me so i got on it. i was begging for someone to get me to the airport. i was offering the weirdest things in exchange for a ride to the airport- sexual deeds, money, anything- and i mean anything. it was at this point where i woke up very thankful to be in my own bed and in america. 

on another note, my back is peeling. the first skin shedding of the summer- how delightful! the odd part is, i really do enjoy it.