Turkish Trip Troubles

1. My old friend Angela (with whom I toured the S Pacific in '84) wants to take a trip to Istanbul and other exotic points East. I'm not really prepared, financially or any other way, but Gordon encourages me to go anyway. ...We are in the kitchen of the grandma house, Angela is there, all puffy from cancer treatments (she successfully kicked Hodgkin's 10 yrs ago). She is saying, "Hey, if I don't go now, I may never get another chance!" and seems to imply she doesn't think she'll live very long.
We are on the trip, travelling to various towns. Now Gordon is with us. We are in a hotel room, Angela is in the room next door. I am sad and tired. Gordon says "You should go talk to Angela. You've hardly spoken to her this whole trip!" It dawns on me that he's right, I've almost been avoiding her! I feel sick, though, like I'm about to faint. I stand there clutching my stomach...

2. There's a dream in here about a doctor visiting or me being in a hospital, it's hard to remember. I was lying down and being fussed over.

3. Now we're on a cruise ship, supposedly near Turkey. Lots of islands. We're in a stateroom looking out the window. I see swells and worry about motion, but we're in the lowest deck w/ windows and feel fine. Now we're in an open tender headed for the beach! When we get to shore Angela and Gordon go off on an excursion but I stay behind in a hotel lobby as I'm too sick to go anywhere. I have a shawl over my head.
Gordon comes back and we walk into a snowy parking lot. I am having terrible stomach pain. I'm also watching myself at times; it's as though I'm playing the part of a woman w/ short, straight blonde hair. "Honey," I/she says, "Get me a paper towel, I'm having bowel troubles." He lays a blanket down on the ground for her/me to lie on, and then helps me off with my trousers. Suddenly my bowels void explosively! (It was appalling even in the dream) My gut is killing me! We decide to use the snow to clean me up with. I'm so very sick...

Wake up for a minute and chat w/ Gordon...go back to sleep...

5. I'm now waiting on the bus to take us back to the tender (I'm just me again). It's dark outside. Gordon was on the bus with me but has gone off for something. A lady comes around collecting "vouchers", I tell her mine are back in my stateroom. No problem, she's just being proactive. The driver comes down the aisle with a wallet and asks if anybody is missing one. I see it and ask to look inside: it's Gordon's! I take it to give back to him.