|To sleep, perchance to dream
||[Sep. 26th, 2004|09:06 am]
I only have one dream. It takes many forms, and has many faces, but it's always the same. In my dream, I am looking for the place I'm supposed to be. Sometimes I'm at school, looking for the right classroom. Sometimes I'm travelling, unpacking my suitcase only to find I'm in the wrong room. Sometimes I know I'm supposed to meet a group of people, only I can't find them in the crowd. In my dream, I'm always moving, always searching.
I often wonder about this dream. Am I not where I'm supposed to be? That would be a depressing thought, given that I'm not exactly a spring chicken, and I like it here. And if here is not there, then what is there?