Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Australian Birds and I Can't Stay

I dreamed about Australia last night.

I'm walking in Australia and see Australian birds. I'm somewhat thrilled to see Australian birds and also kind of sad.  I think about how this can't last. I won't be able to stay.  I consider that this is the reason why my passion for Australia has died down—the knowledge that I'll always have to leave. I can't stay.

Later I talk to people. I tell them I'd like to die in Australia. They say something like they hope that doesn't happen.  They seem to mean they hope I don't die. I tell them that I'll have to die sometime. Otherwise I'm a vampire or something like that.