Desert Dreams

I had this recurring dream (while in the desert in Namibia) about falling into an ant lion's trap, and I had wondered if returning to the desert (only now the Sahara) I would have this dream again. But I did not. This is what I dreamed instead:

I am walking up and down Khoa San Road (Bangkok) trying to find a bar that is not playing Jack Johnson music*. Finally I find one, and sit down at a table, but when the waitor comes to take the other chair away I tell him I'm waiting for someone.

Suddenly a Thai man in a fancy suit approaches me off the street. "Sister!", he says (which is definitely an African greeting and not an S.E.Asian one) "This came for you!", and he holds a postcard out to me. "For me?" I say "But no one knows I'm here!" He shurgs, and I am not sure whether this means "I don't know" or "No English!"

I look down at the card. I don't remember what the picture on the front was, only I remember it was a place I did not recognize. I turned it over and the card was stamped (again the language on the stamp was unfamiliar) but there was no address and no message. Only my name --my full name-- in big bold letters.

I looked up to ask the man what this meant. Who was this from? How did they know I'd be here? What do they want? But the man is gone.

If you have a theory as to what this means, do not hesitate to let me know.

*Don't worry about the Jack Johnson detail; I'm sure that's because as I was falling asleep one of the girls was playing THE J.J Thailand soundtrack, as I remember it, and brought back memories of trying to escape the incessant crooning of "Sitting Waiting Wishing" and James Blunt's "You're Beautiful".

N.