This was a completely normal layover on the way to Kentucky.

Once there, I started sorting through the tickets... something wasn't adding up quite right. We were switching airlines and there was just something wrong. My brother wasn't worried and, as we walked to the next terminal, he took out his cell phone and called home. I heard him say, "There's no point, I'm closer to Australia than home now." I think my parents had told him to come back home.

The airport shuttle took us across the tarmac to our next plane... a tiny little single prop... but then, as we walked back to load our bags in, I saw it was a double. That feeling of something being very wrong came back and I kept thinking we were getting on the wrong plane.

The sun set and we found ourselves riding in a truck down a road that paralleled the airport. The man behind the wheel seemed familiar somehow. I think he was supposed to be NT, one of the flight instructors here on campus that I know through his sister-in-law [one of my good friends]. I've flown with him a couple times when my friend visited... and he was born in New Zealand.

Off to the side of the road was a small clearing with a couple cars parked along the edge. There was a group of people playing drums in a rough circle while a few others danced around. They were all Aborigines and had painted a few white lines on their faces and arms.

The driver parked so we could go watch them but I wasn't sure we should just drop in on something like this. Another man with a drum approached and invited us to sit with him. We watched for quite a while and I enjoyed the rhythms they created. On the one hand, I would have loved to join in the circular dance. On the other hand, I was an outsider here and even watching this was a privilege.

By my watch we only had three hours until we were supposed to leave. Suddenly, I asked what time it was... local time. We'd completely forgotten about the time change! The guy who drove us out there looked at his watch and said we should leave... the plane would be ready to go now. So, there was a three hour difference. That seemed odd to me at the time, but was quickly dismissed as I panicked... we had to make it back before the plane took off! The driver didn't seem worried as we got back in the truck to leave... I think he was the pilot. The plane wasn't going anywhere without him... which makes sense if he was supposed to be a representation of NT.

We took off and, perhaps ten minutes later, landed in Lexington, Kentucky. Again, that seemed weird... Australia being so close that a small, two prop plane could make the flight in ten minutes.... End.

#2) I started as an observer in this dream, the dream-camera standing on the sand of a small cove. The lake, which lay behind, stretched on into the distance and one could barely see the hint of the trees on other side. The water was warm and very still. This information was explained through dream-knowledge since all I could see was the forest edge in front of me.

I had started to think of how much forests can hide things. There could be one person within... alone for hundreds of miles... or, there could be a handful of people walking around yet never once laying eyes on another.

Just then, a young boy ran out of the forest from my left and disappeared through the trees on my right. It had been in a flash, much like The Boy had done the other night... but it wasn't The Boy. This boy had long, white hair and wore nothing except a white loincloth and a square piece of white leather tied over his face as a mask. He had painted his entire body white as well.

His image played in my mind for a while and, just as I started puzzling over him, a young girl in a red dress ran past me from the beach at my right. She was barefoot and scared as she disappeared into the trees in front of me. An angry man approached my position and he scowled in her direction. He had a long, wooden stick in one hand and a black scroll [which looked identical to the ones in the recent Naruto storyline] in the other. He watched her running through the trees... farther and farther away. He then tossed the scroll up in the air and swung the stick like you would in baseball. The scroll flew through the trees and landed next to her. She ignored it and kept running.

The dream jumped a bit and I found myself back on the beach, this time as a character. I had a small beach ball and ran into the water to play. Off to my right, there were three younger kids playing with another ball. Slightly behind me, there was a boy who swam up to play with them. The kids asked if I wanted to play. Sure, but I was waiting for someone and would have to leave once he arrived. They wanted to know whom I was waiting for and I explained that there was a giant that I played with in this cove every now and then... but I couldn't remember his name... I knew it started with an A. They tried to help me think of the name but they weren't helping.

The phone startled me awake just as I remembered. Andre.

...and no, it wasn't Andre the Giant. ;P