Another dream. More travelling. I wasn’t alone, there was at least one woman with me. We were pulling our suitcases along a very long and winding path towards an airport. It was light and sunny, and the path was dry and sandy. But there was no airport to be found. We had to turn back, though the path had got narrower and narrower. I wasn’t distressed. There didn’t appear to be any hurry. Later, inside the departure lounge, though in a dream this is debatable, the same woman told me or was it us that she’d sold the contents of her suitcase but intended to buy them back. Was this so that she could travel without it? I don’t know.
