I am traveling in a bus, going to an airport. I realize I have no money, no passport, and no extra clothes. I have to go back home, but I can't go back home.
I get to the airport, and I am where the restaurants are. I encounter a teacher from my childhood, who starts asking me what they hell I am doing there? I start yelling at him, telling him I have to go back home to get money, my passport, and my clothes. The dream ends as my airplane is about to take off.
I was traveling to college and the dorms ended up being a bad situation
I dreampt about traveling to Cracow this boy followed me everywhere and he gave me flowers in the end of the dream he wrote in silver sharpie a message across a picture of a green tree with five hot pink flowers on it
I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook.
One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers.
My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not.
The boy cast his eyes downward.
I looked at the man and attempted his language.
"I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?"
He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same."
I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us."
He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?"
He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace.
I woke up with tears running down my face.
I dreamt I was was going somewhere with this particular woman then some how we got separated when we went to my old neighborhood. I told her and the othe people we were traveling with to go ahead. I met up with my childhood friend abd then went back to my mother's house to show him the new cars I had. Two were two door sports cars I wouldn't get in and were rusted an neglected. A bmw and a Mazda. Another car I said was my mother's but it is my wife's Benz wagon. Then I showed my car an Audi a6. Then I said I needed to catch this woman and the people she was walking with. I drove through my neighborhood and couldn't catch her. Then I finally saw a text on my phone to call her. I called but couldn't get through. She sent a message that said she got a line through my face at the same exit I did driving. Then I spoke to her and woke up.
Traveling by bus, train, or plane. Have to change at some location.
My dream involved me traveling to Russia and then to some weird Polynesian island and then to California, with new people in each place, and ZERO memory of how I had traveled from each to the next, or even any memory that I had traveled at all, and I had no idea how much time had passed and everyone seemed to be annoyed with me when I asked basic questions about those things. Also a long portion of the dream was me riding in this convoy of armored jeeps in this island and both sides of the road were just LITTERED with the corpses of disemboweled animals, like big goats with huge slashes in the stomachs where everything had been taken out of them.
I have dreamt of traveling to the city in whic my friend lives, and I saw her kissing someone.
I saw a traveling family on a donkey. The donkey pulled behind it a blanket with a baby with had some kind of rod object in its hand across the ground. The baby fell from the blanket, and I ran to pick it up. I tried to show the people on the donkey that their child had been left, but they continued on as if I hadn't been heard.
I am in Arizona and am traveling through underground cities to visit an old friend
