When things are going badly for me (as they are right now in school), I have dreams about going to Europe.
Not daydreams of walking through Parisian streets – actual dreams in which I’m part of some group that has a trip planned.
In these dreams, I never even make it on the plane, much less all the way to Europe.
In last night’s version, I packed a bag but forgot pants, and then followed a GPS thing to the airport and ended up in Colorado Springs – more than 100 miles from DIA.
Sometimes I arrive at the airport and can’t find a place to park. Sometimes the airport is a maze.
Sometimes, I have an out of body experience where I watch everyone else milling around the gate, getting on the plane (which is always luxurious), and generally not caring where I am.
I can’t imagine what these dreams might mean.
Maybe I should just go to Paris.
Tags: sometimes I'm even naked in the airport which is no good at all
And take Crockett….. just to make sure you don’t wind up in Paris, Texas!
Ok, I’ll bite on what D says — why would taking Crockett assure her that she wouldn’t wind up in Paris, Texas?
I hope that things at school improved. Escaping to Paris sounds good–with clothes and in person rather than dreams. Hang in there, Emma.