my dream last night. as a result, i felt stressed for the rest of the day.
I'm in a dark and slightly antique auditorium where Anna is standing on the stage next to some guy and giving a speech. She keeps looking at me. I smile at Danielle and get up to leave to catch a bus.
at this point I realize that I am visiting them both at gordon.
I leave Jeremy there because he's hanging out with my friends and try to find out where we are. I know that we have to be in Sweden that day (in about half an hour) to catch a plane. I don't know where I am at all and I get on a bus only to realize that I am not recognizing anything.
I get off at the next stop and ask two women, one of them pushing a baby carriage, how to get back to Gordon. Even though the bus ride was about two minutes, I have to run (which is hard because I, all of a sudden have a very heavy back pack on) to make it there in ten minutes. I grab Jeremy who is, naturally, angry that I left him there.
I'm still lost. I have not paid for the ticket that brough us here, nor have I paid for the ticket that will bring us to America. There is no way to get back to Sweden in time and I haven't told anyone where I am.
I roll over onto my stomach wanting to wake up when I feel something right in front of my face. It's Jeremy. I think I'm stressed out about his journey home.
the worst part is that this happens every time I, or someone I know, travels. I go around the rest of the day having moments where I think "Oh no, the tickets!"
at this point I realize that I am visiting them both at gordon.
I leave Jeremy there because he's hanging out with my friends and try to find out where we are. I know that we have to be in Sweden that day (in about half an hour) to catch a plane. I don't know where I am at all and I get on a bus only to realize that I am not recognizing anything.
I get off at the next stop and ask two women, one of them pushing a baby carriage, how to get back to Gordon. Even though the bus ride was about two minutes, I have to run (which is hard because I, all of a sudden have a very heavy back pack on) to make it there in ten minutes. I grab Jeremy who is, naturally, angry that I left him there.
I'm still lost. I have not paid for the ticket that brough us here, nor have I paid for the ticket that will bring us to America. There is no way to get back to Sweden in time and I haven't told anyone where I am.
I roll over onto my stomach wanting to wake up when I feel something right in front of my face. It's Jeremy. I think I'm stressed out about his journey home.
the worst part is that this happens every time I, or someone I know, travels. I go around the rest of the day having moments where I think "Oh no, the tickets!"