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.
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.
