Travels in Slumber

I remember it was rainy and dark. I had to board but I was having second thoughts about going to Colorado. I’m not sure if it was because I was traveling alone or because it was one of those tiny planes where you climb the stairs to board. You didn’t get the long hallway, the stepping from gate to plane that is almost seamless. I don’t know why I was alone. When they finished loading the tiny aircraft I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go. The Or Not was weighing heavy on me. No one was paying any attention to me until finally I was all alone. Finally, I boarded.
Once inside I noticed the seating was limo style, around the contours of the plane. I took up a seat in a corner and realized I didn’t have any money, no wallet, no nothing. I don’t know why but this didn’t bother me as much as it should.
When the plane began to move I thought to myself ‘there is no turning back now’ so I leaned back to try to sleep a little. I remember thinking we just bought a futon so why was I taking a trip we couldn’t afford.
At some point the plane turned into a bus and I felt relief even though I didn’t know where we were going. When I asked someone he shrugged and said in a bored tone, “around” and something about Portland, Maine. I replied that I was familiar with it and started to describe what I knew – two residents. A man missing 17 teeth and a woman missing only one. We passed a harbor with many fancy boats. None for lobstering.
We stopped to hike – I think in the White Mountains of NH. There were many waterfalls and everything was alive with green. Somehow I was planning to ditch the bus tour and go home. I was thinking I never should have come.
We were halfway up the mountain when I saw someone fall off the rock face. He bounced down the rocks towards definite death until somehow, miraculously, he grabbed onto a ledge and managed to make his way to safety. As we watched him I noticed he was Asian and wearing a red shirt. Lucky. Before he even got to terra firma I was distracted and my attention was drawn away from the once-falling man.
Out of nowhere J showed up. We stood in a room and argued about going home. Someone else was in the room, ignoring us. I insisted we were still in MA even though I knew better. Frustrated by the arguement I glanced at my shirt and noticed it was too frilly and buttoned wrong but I made no move to correct it.
When I said I didn’t pay for my ticket J said he knew. He then said the brakes on the bus needed fixing, yet he wanted to stay “on tour.” I said I didn’t know what we were touring and didn’t want to miss work.