Dream diary
Another weird dream that had too many real-life elements that I woke up thinking that most of it had actually happened or were going to. It was another one of those back and forth from the US to the UK dreams that I kept having. I was at home in the UK, and sometimes also in the US (seeming to have the ability to just transport between places), and I had my tartan-punk bookbag I got from Spencer's gifts with me. I was telling everyone that I was going on a trip right this second, and that the only clothes or food I was going to take with me were what I could fit in this bag (which really wasn't that big).
There was also an issue about money, in that I thought I didn't have enough to buy some makeup beforehand (in a strange department store type setting that I'd been to numerous times in other dreams, with a lot of white decor with lighting that had a pale green tint to it). I was coming out of one of the exits to the shop and saw that my wallet was full of $100 bills, even though I hadn't been to an ATM. There was a strange person nearby whom I think had something to do with the fact that I was suddenly flush, but I didn't trust them in the dream. I knew that I was overdrawn on my bank account, but I was happy with knowing that I had all of this money.
When I was back home packing my mother and Louise were trying to convince me it wasn't safe and that I would get hurt. And I think Usman and my cousin Tarik was there (Sara's brother), saying that it might not be worth doing it by myself. I was saying I could go anywhere, but it might be easier just doing America again, or Australia or New Zealand, "rather than Europe", because it was somewhere that spoke English. I also realised that even though one of my uni courses could be salvaged (as in real life), the other one I had failed irreparably, so I should just go travelling and just restart the salvageable course next year, so that I could have time to travel.
As I was packing I somehow fell into the girly trap of not knowing what clothes to take, that I had a bunch of impractical, Sex and The City-style clothes (lots of shiny-fabric skirts and glitter cardigans), all of which I was deciding to pack and stuff into my bag. I also couldn't decide between taking my batman converses or my pointy trainers, but opted for the comfier ones, but I wanted to shove my red flats (that matched the bag) in there, too. In my head I pictured getting on the plane and dressing in high heels and impractical clothing anyway (which I seem to do in real life), so I was unsure of what to take. I decided to just fill up the big blue suitcase (which seemed to get full just after three skirts and two cardigans) and maybe find a place to stash it that would act as a travelling base or something (which is what I did with Sara's family last time).
Throughout this I kept picturing travelling with all of that loose money, and thinking I wouldn't be able to fall asleep anywhere in the open (something more akin to nature settings, but I kept picturing sleeping rough in the city), without worrying about gettting my money stolen. And I always pictured being in a NYC-style setting, with lots of dust, grit, smog and tall, graffiti-ridden skyscrapers and narrow pathways. I thought about putting the money back into my bank account, but it would get eaten up by the unauthorised overdraft.
I woke up thinking I really do want to travel with just a small bag containing everything I have for a few months. It's something I haven't been able to get out of my head since I got up.