A few days ago, I had a dream where Jake and I were flying back to the US from Scotland. We had a choice of two routes, both had layovers and took about the same amount of time. One of them stopped over at Easter Island, and gave you enough time to get out and explore a bit before continuing on to the US.
Now, you're probably asking me how this makes any sense, because Easter Island is nowhere near on the way from Scotland to the US. It's not only in the wrong hemisphere, it's in the wrong ocean.
But you are forgetting how my brain works. As I am beginning to believe from dreams I've been having recently, my subconscious thinks that EVERYWHERE should be where Canada is. There was the dream where we road-tripped up to Scotland, there was the dream where I flew to the mysterious Hanavar.... and now the dream where I stopped by Easter Island.
Although, I do have to admit, that at least in this dream Scotland was where it belonged, over next to Europe. Because I know this, there won't be an addition to my Brain-Canada map drawing, since then the flight plan would make even less sense.
So here is a rough screen capture of where Easter Island was in my head, and our flight plans.
Now for the actual dream.
We (Jake and I) were in Scotland, and the people at the airport check-in gave us two options. We chose the Easter Island one, because, hey, more vacation for our money!
We landed at Easter Island, and got to leave all our luggage on the plane, which was nice, because we didn't have to worry about it at all. We were walking around (landscape looked suspiciously like Scotland), and found a goat. It had a collar, so we were like, lets take it with us! And it just kind of followed us around, occasionally we'd tug on its collar to make it follow us if it stopped to eat or something.
Got to this weird area. There was gently sloping land (just open grassland), and there was a rickety rope/wood bridge going across this opening- dropped down maybe 20-30 feet to a small pond or something. The opening was circular, and the land sloped so that the opening was angled. Left side of the opening was probably 20 feet higher than the middle, and the right side would be probably another 10-15 feet lower, except for a weird outcropping of rock that came from the right side and went up ~8 ft and then extended over the circle about a third. The bridge was a third of the way in from the right side, and went across the circle, under the rock outcrop. (So, if you were standing in the middle of the bridge, and looked to the left side of the hole, you'd just see the vertical wall that then slopes down along the edges of the circle to where the bridge meets the edges. If you looked right, you'd see the vertical wall coming up and then arching over your head, and past it ~1 ft.) If my artistic ability was able to handle more than squares and drawing flight paths, I'd just draw this, but I suck at drawing, so you get this crappy description instead.
Anyway, we got to the bridge, and for whatever reason, decided we waned to go across it instead of around the pond/hole. The goat REFUSED to move. It did not like the bridge and wanted no part of our shenanigans.
And that is where the dream ends.
When I woke up, I was like, "I should tell Jake about this dream." But then I forgot. That night, I had another dream where I was just freaking out about "what happened to the goat!?" all because I hadn't told real-life Jake about the dream goat.
Moral of the Manda-brain: Tell Jake about the goat dreams, or they'll bug you till you do.