Spain dream

Apr 12, 2010 01:31

Hi. I can't sleep again. I really want to though, so that I can get up early and do the 18,000 things I need to do tomorrow. Ugh.
Well writing things here always seems to help, so that's what I'll do.
So, last night I had a crazy dream. It was one of those dreams with so much detail that I wondered how it was possible that all of that information could be crammed into one night's sleep. But hey.
So, I dreamed that I went back to Spain for another semester abroad. No idea why. But okay. In my dream, I remember meeting my new host mother, who was much different from the one I actually had. I remember how my new dream host mother  would make these amazingly artistic cakes, and she would always promise to teach me how, and she drank a lot. She also asked my permission to use my laptop (which I actually brought with me this time) when I was asleep, because she kept odd hours and her computer was Spanish and terrible (they really do have awful computers in Spain). I remember the small room I slept in, and how the bed was pushed up against the wall which had an impressive collection of photographs ranging from landscapes to naked babies. There was a hill by the house in my dream with some street vendors at the top, and I would walk by these shops everyday looking at one pretty necklace but never purchasing it because I hoped to get it as a gift (I think?).
Also, instead of going to class in a dumpy old ex-office building like my real Spain experience, my dream Spain had a convention center to take classes in. They would serve us a breakfast buffet everyday in a lobby upstairs, and sometimes we'd get lunch as well. Once, my host mother was able to set up a display table with her cakes in the middle of the convention center. As I was turning one of the cakes around on its lazy-susan-type display, I accidentally knocked one of the supports down, leaving the cake dangerously off balance. The more I tried to fix it the more unstable it became, until I decided to just leave it alone and pray that nothing happened.
  I noticed that there were only a few days left of program, and my host mother planted a tree for me as a gift. She and I went to dinner at one of those restaurants where you can eat out on the sidewalk, and over a glass of wine she told me that she would miss having me around, and having the use of my laptop.
As I was preparing to leave, I noticed that I had 7 bags. This seemed weird seeing as I'm usually a really light packer. I walked back up the hill one last time to say goodbye to the city, and looked at the pretty necklace again, but still didn't get it. I was pretty sure someone would get it for me, I don't know why. The night before I was supposed to leave, I was concerned that my host mother would be too tipsy to drive me to the convention center. She was fine though.
I remember calling Jason as I left to tell him that I would be back soon. He said he would use the internet to track my bags and make sure they all made it back safely (I'm giggling as I write this, because, well, in my dreams, Jason does stuff like this all the time, even though it makes no sense).
Then I woke up! It took me a little while to adjust to the fact that none of that had really happened. It was all so detailed...
Well, I'm looking forward to any insight anyone might have.

I'm going to try and sleep again. I miss you all!

Love,
Ali
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