I'm in a foreign country, and suddenly we are leaving. I just didn't realize it, I thought we were just out for a drive, but we're going to the airport. I didn't really pack, but it doesn't matter much, the only thing I'll miss is my ukulele. I can get another one.

I'm hungry, and I think we should stop at a mini-store for some snacks, but the only one is across the busy road, so I don't want to fight our way over there. I think there will be another one, so we press on, but I end up cursing that decision, standing in line at the airport. I'm just hoping that I can get something good on the concourse, but I know from experience that can end badly.

We get through that line and into a crowded area with some computer terminals, where mom and somebody else try to get our places on the plane. There are people milling all about and it seems like we have to stay together or get lost, and the whole system is just stupid. I am just opening my mouth to say aloud "why don't we have a better way to do this", when some stranger in the crowd says exactly that, and I think yeah, exactly.

I have this piece of trash - like an old rusty power strip, long with a cord, and I don't know how to get rid of it. I ask the information person, or somebody in a uniform at the airport, and they say just to throw it down on the beach. I guess somebody will come by and pick it up. So I go out the front of the airport, and across a small parking lot, where the ocean meets the land right at the curb. I'm amazed because the larger ocean surface is 50 feet or so below me, and connecting us is this huge slope, this hill of water. It doesn't make any physical sense. I think I should show this to Vera and see if we can figure out how it does that. But my eyes adjust, and I realize it isn't all water, the hilly part is sand and rocks, no mystery at all. Well anyway, I throw the piece of garbage off the edge and it falls onto the rocks far below. I realize that one can barely see it, so how would someone find and collect it? I think before that would happen, the ocean will rise and wash it away. Maybe that's what the person meant to happen. I don't like that, but I think maybe people who live by the ocean have this different view, where you can throw things in and they just disappear, the ocean eats them.

So I go back into the airport, where this Asian-looking guy who is traveling with us greets me like he was looking for me, mom got the tickets, they went along to the next thing, and we have to hurry! I follow him but he soon gets lost in this crowd of people similarly rushing down a hallway, a mob of people, all trying to get ahead of each other. I'm in the front, but this girl behind me grabs the sleeves of my sweatshirt and starts holding me back, so I have to fight her off, which I do, allowing me to sprint ahead of the crowd. But then I arrive at an elevator, very industrial-looking and with no controls, so I have to stop there and let everyone else catch up.