I'm traveling alone and I've run into a local young girl. We can't
speak each other's language but somehow find a way to communicate and
she shows me her village and around her part of the country when we come
across a group of Western tourists, all men, who somehow got surrounded
by the young girl's village hunters. They're about to get killed
because traveling without a female in your midst means your there for
war in this part of the world. I try to tell the villagers they're my
friends and step into the group. The weapons are pulled away and the
group is safe.
I wake with a start. What's really
interesting is the fact that I've been thinking about traveling a lot
lately. I would love to travel alone. But a woman alone in the areas I
want to travel...not acceptable. The eastern part of Turkey along the
border of Iran and Iraq. Parts of Africa. And other parts of the world
where traveling as a woman alone is okay, just a little dangerous. So
the dream ends up reflecting an opposing view of reality. There are serious considerations
that I would have to take if I were to plan some trips. I'll have to
wait 'til I get home and have some time to think and figure out what the
dream means.
Whenever traveling to a place with a
different language--the words: "please," "excuse me," "hello/good day,"
and "thank you" become an absolute necessity and as I learn them,
they're set into memory. My goal is to learn those words in at least 27
languages before I die. So far I know 7. I'd better have a really,
really long life, eh?
