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.
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.