Fifty-Five Thousand Hours in Queensland

I had another Australia-related dream:

I'm outside. I think there's a lot of people, but I don't remember much about it. A man approaches me, and compels me to come with him. He doesn't forcibly grab me or anything. It's more like he makes a suggestion that I don't consider refusing.

We walk.  Slowly, I become somewhat lucid.  The man asks me something like am I real or fake. I think it's funny, because in my lucid dreams I usually ask my dream characters that. This time, the role is reversed. I think this gives me the sense that this guy must be real. Otherwise, why would he ask me if I'm real?

At some point, the man becomes a woman. I don't see any exciting morphing special effects. It's just one of those dream changes which you don't realize happened until you wake up.

The woman is a mother who wants me to be her son's bride. She's taking me to where they live in Queensland.

I question the logistics of all this. What about paperwork?  Certificates? Identification? I think she tells me she has that taken care of.

She says something positive about me, and I question that. She doesn't even know me. She tells me she knows me from reading my blog.

I then realize I have something that will have her stumped.  I ask....what happens when I wake up?

She tells me there's no problem. She has a special drug she's going to give me. It will keep me asleep for 55 thousand hours.

I don't bother to try and do the math in my head, but I figure that's an awfully long time. I'm wondering what will happen to me in MY world. I decide this must mean that I'm going to go into a long coma. Like most moms, the thought of abandoning and losing my child horrifies me. I tell myself I can probably visit him when I'm sleeping....visit Jack in HIS dreams. But that doesn't seem like it would be enough.

I'm a little worried but not horribly so. I'm mostly in denial. This can't really happen. Well, I AM in a dream....you know. It's not real. Although, I think a little part of me questions that.

I try waking up a few times, and it doesn't work. I don't try too hard, though....just make little attempts. (I feel maybe I didn't try hard then, because I worried if I tried hard and it didn't work; then I'd be REALLY scared.)

We eventually get to Queensland. I guess we walked there. I don't remember taking a boat, plane, or anything.

We come to their house. We enter from the back. As the man-turned-mother opens the door, I say the house reminds me of Mary Poppin's house. I feel stupid right after I say that, because I'm not even sure what Mary Poppin's house looks like.

I think actually seeing the inside of the house made me panic more. It makes it all seem more real. I feel trapped. But it's not like there's anything horrible about the house. It's actually pretty homey looking.

Still, I want out of there. I force myself to wake up.

For the first few seconds upon wakening I felt the following:

A) relief that I had escaped
B) Satisfaction as I imagined this woman realizing that I had gotten away. Ha!
C) Fear of going back to sleep. Could she find me again?