Posted for the daily prompt: Nightmares
Naturally, before you travel, you suffer an unfounded amount of anxiety about possible worst-case occurences; getting on the plane and remembering you didn’t pack a single cohesive outfit, for example (when in Paris, one cannot afford to be shabbily dressed after all). On a more serious note, my anxiety caused me to suffer no less than three very similar nightmares that consisted of me somehow managing to drop my passport:
1) Down a well (because there are so many of those around these days),
2) Into a box of hot, oily gravy at work after proudly showing its newly-printed glory to co-workers, and finally,
3) Into….a toilet.
Thankfully (especially in the case of the last one) none of these abhorrent dreams came true and my trip went just as hoped – very marvellously indeed!