Dream: Weird Airport

I’m not sure why I was at the airport. Miche was with me, and someone else I knew but now I can’t remember. We were part of a tour group or something, and we had gotten off a plane and crossed a street, then gone up some concrete steps to where we were supposed to catch a bus for our group. We went into a building to sit down and wait for the bus…

… and it was a theater/concert hall. We had come in the back way to a swanky concert/recital of some kind, and the show had not started. We noticed some people had food, and those seemed to be the people who had come in the front way. So we went toward the front entrance where the food was being served and got some, saying “Excuse me” and the like since we were going sort of against the flow…

… and then some cops with helmets on started chasing us, or me in particular. Michelle and the other person (maybe Corrii or Christine) managed to slip into the crowd without being noticed, but they were definitely chasing me. So I ran…

… into a covered stairway/breezeway, and entered a long and complicated set of hallways. All the walkways were covered, but they didn’t seem to lead to rooms or anything, just more intersecting walkways, some with stairs and some not. The cops with helmets were still chasing me, but they had taken a wrong turn and were now running down a parallel hallway. We could see each other but they could not get to me and could not shoot at me without breaking the windows (which I suppose they could not do, possibly because there was no air outside or maybe just because they were bulletproof.) They saw me and continued to run forward to try to get to a crossing walkway. When they turned toward me, I also turned a corner to continue running away from them…

… and eventually came out to a landing at the top of a hill. It seemed like there were only two ways to go, without falling painfully down the hill, one was a covered walkway (similar to the ones you might see crossing over a freeway) and the other was a bridge over a chasm, dipping down like a rope bridge but made of some kind of chain-link type material. The covered walkway went back toward the airport (remember the airport? :) and the bridge went back toward the bus waiting area.

I started on the walkway toward the airport, but some more cops were coming the other way and I had to turn back. So I started on the hanging metal bridge. They started shooting at me when I was about two-thirds over but I kept running and made it across. At the other side was a device for carrying people over to the other side of the street back to the airport; it had seats like a ski lift or something, but instead of being carried by a cable, they were just being loaded up with people and shot over to the other side with a huge catapult or something, where some other contraption was supposed to catch them and land them safely. Anyway, I had no choice but to get in one.

That’s it. I woke up.

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