Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Returning

Last night I dreamed about wanting to go back to Australia. I thought about it, then realized no matter how many times I visit, it's not going to be enough. I'm going to keep wanting more.

It's strange because in my real life I feel okay about not going back. My attitude has been I'll go when I'm fifty. Maybe. If I don't go, that's fine too.

I guess my subconscious wants different things than my conscious self.

It's fitting. I suppose.  It was my dreams that got me into Australia in the first place.

You know what would be a great solution?  If I visited Australia every night in my dreams. That way my dream self gets what she wants, but we'll save a ton of money and won't have to endure the long Qantas flight.