I took a bus trip with others that I knew. It was a group from church and we were going to a special performance of a special play.
We arrived at a camp-type setting with a complex of several buildings.
We went into the performance building where we sat in a balcony. The performance was on the floor below. It looked a bit like a gym.
People from the local small town were the performers, and I had a great deal of difficulty understanding them. Some had thick hill-billy accents, and others did not speak up loudly enough.
Several of us complained that we were unable to hear the dialogue.
I was given a special electronic device to help me hear, but it did not work. I was very frustrated and angry. When the performance came to a close, the group filed out but I stayed behind to speak to the organizers of the performance. I complained about the amaturic level of the performance and told them that it was not fair to offer such a poor performance when we had traveled so far and paid so much money.
When I exited the building, I was unable to find my group. I searched around several buildings, but there was no sign of them.
I saw someone who seemed to be part of the host group, and asked her where my group was. She directed me to a building. I entered, but it was not my group. I stayed for a while to listen to what was happening. There was a discussion of the play going on. Then the group wasdismissed to have their dinner.
I was still unable to find my group. I was becoming afraid that I wouldnot be able to find them. One guide suggested that my group had left without me and that I needed to travel back with a different group. But I knew that my bus would not leave without me.
I woke up very sad and very scared. I began weeping.
I felt abandoned and afraid, but I don't know what I was afraid of exactly.
The sense of loneliness seemed overwhelming.
