I was in Paris with some sort of research team. We were wondering around a college campus, that actually looked more like Cambridge than anything in Paris. I had a bag of clothes with me in case I needed to change into something more formal. I felt a little uneasy because I was suppose to be flying back to the states that day and hadn't received the call to tell me when my flight was (in this world, airlines would call passengers with flight information, so you had to always been ready to go at a moment's notice).At about 3pm I got the call from the airline that my flight was leaving at 5pm. I panicked. The rest of my stuff was in my hotel room in Montmartre and I was about an hour south of there. I began running to the train station. While I was sitting in the train on the way back to my hotel I begin thinking through the logistics of getting to the plane. Once I got my stuff I'd have to take another half hour train to the Seine, then take an hour ferry to the airport.
The dream fast forwarded to me waiting at a dock seeing the airport ferry slowly pull up. The river was really choppy. When I got on the ferry I overheard a Frenchman say that a hurricane was coming. I could see the airport up ahead a bit, but it was barely visible because of the dense storm clouds all around. The river was now extremely bumpy and dangerous.
That's all I remember.
Marc Chagall Painting: Dream
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