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So I was in an airport, trying to find my way to the terminal I needed. The signposting was confusing. Also over the PA they kept announcing that there was a family with a couple of babies that needed feeding, and for some reason the parents couldn't do it themselves - the babies had parents and the parents had bottles for them, but they needed help holding them and giving them the bottles. Details weren't clear, but they made the announcement several times.
Anyway after several wrong turns I got to the security line for the part of the airport I needed. I took off my boots - for some reason I was wearing knee-high boots in an airport - and put my stuff on the belt. But then I tripped the metal detector, slipped, and fell down. The agent said she could tell I'd realized I set the thing off, so she didn't think I was running away and knew I'd come back like I was meant to, and I did; I went back, tried again, and set it off again. So I got wanded, and the wand didn't alert on the wire in my bra or the heavy necklace I'd forgotten I was wearing or anything. And then the agent without the wand came up and crowded me right up against a counter, pressed her body into my back, and I asked what she was doing, I don't remember the answer, and then we were in the air - face down, as if we were holding onto something but being carried off on the wind, and she seemed fine with it, but I was scared, and I screamed, and after a couple minutes of that we landed back on our feet and they let me go and I apologized for taking up so much of their time and off I went. While I was putting my boots back on some of my stuff got mixed up with another person's stuff, but we got it sorted without too much trouble.
I asked about the family that needed help feeding their babies, and it seemed that the situation was under control and anyway there was no time for me to help because I'd be late for my own flight.
The can't-find-my-gate stuff is a normal anxiety dream for me - I realized some months ago based on something Lin-Manuel Miranda, of all people, said on Twitter that I have travel-related anxiety dreams a lot, where I get lost or the train I'm on doesn't go where it's always gone or I'm driving and the road falls out from under me or whatever - and the child-care stuff (even given it's other people's children) is pretty transparent right now also. But I don't know where the recurring personal-violation stuff is coming from. Maybe a question for the therapist.
Anyway after several wrong turns I got to the security line for the part of the airport I needed. I took off my boots - for some reason I was wearing knee-high boots in an airport - and put my stuff on the belt. But then I tripped the metal detector, slipped, and fell down. The agent said she could tell I'd realized I set the thing off, so she didn't think I was running away and knew I'd come back like I was meant to, and I did; I went back, tried again, and set it off again. So I got wanded, and the wand didn't alert on the wire in my bra or the heavy necklace I'd forgotten I was wearing or anything. And then the agent without the wand came up and crowded me right up against a counter, pressed her body into my back, and I asked what she was doing, I don't remember the answer, and then we were in the air - face down, as if we were holding onto something but being carried off on the wind, and she seemed fine with it, but I was scared, and I screamed, and after a couple minutes of that we landed back on our feet and they let me go and I apologized for taking up so much of their time and off I went. While I was putting my boots back on some of my stuff got mixed up with another person's stuff, but we got it sorted without too much trouble.
I asked about the family that needed help feeding their babies, and it seemed that the situation was under control and anyway there was no time for me to help because I'd be late for my own flight.
The can't-find-my-gate stuff is a normal anxiety dream for me - I realized some months ago based on something Lin-Manuel Miranda, of all people, said on Twitter that I have travel-related anxiety dreams a lot, where I get lost or the train I'm on doesn't go where it's always gone or I'm driving and the road falls out from under me or whatever - and the child-care stuff (even given it's other people's children) is pretty transparent right now also. But I don't know where the recurring personal-violation stuff is coming from. Maybe a question for the therapist.