Dream

I dreamt that I was on a train to France, but somehow, I didn't have any kind of plan in place. I had U.S. dollars, but no Euros, no hotel reservations, no itinerary and no clue. I looked around, thinking that Stéphanie might be going with me. She was there, but on her way somewhere else---she told me she had an upcoming connection on a different train. I asked what she thought I should do, and she shrugged her shoulders and said there were a million hotels and hostels near the station, and I'd be alright. "What should I see first?" I thought. My alarm went off while I was wondering about my options.

I have to laugh about this: my subconscious thinks I'm heading somewhere new with little in the way of equipment. I barely understand the language and neither Michael nor any of my other close friends is coming with me ("I was on the train to Amsterdam," he laughed).

This is going to be interesting. I hope it's fun.

Happy Mabon, loves

To all my Blue Star folk: may you enjoy a beautiful Mabon weekend! I won't see you this time around. I'll be heading up to Christine and O's place after work. I send you kisses and good wishes.

crytolos: I'll be there sometime this evening, but Michael won't be with me. He may decide to come up tomorrow, but he may have to work. You'll have to catch him next time. I don't know what I'll be doing, either: staying, going, or whatever seems to feel right. Call me on my cell before you head up on Sunday if my presence makes a difference to you.