My subconscious is all about it,
but the rest of me is sort of “meh.”
I am feeling so trapped by this routine, by my house. Not my job, I love that, more school. I hate it there. It’s such an effort to get down and back. I spend my whole day alone. My only friends are my professors. I think the lack of challenge this term is stressing me out more than taking 5 incredibly difficult classes.
These are the days I start thinking of hopping on a plane.
Coincidentally, last night I dreamt I was going to fly you to Europe. I had a map of the world laid out and I was drawing on it the places we would go. My hands became a bit carried away, and just decided
“Fuck it, let’s go to Morocco.”
I had the map in my hand and I was thinking of giving it to you but I started to panic. I was thinking I would just go alone.
This being a dream, I was suddenly on the beach in Lerici with you. The whole city was abandoned and kind of run down. We were thinking of trying to find the house that had been my family’s. We got lost on a side street and then I woke up.
What does it mean?