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Thu Mar 21 02 / 10:35 PM I had a dream last night that might actually have meant something. I was somehow lost at sea during a boat race, but found or was found by a Chinese family on the other side of the world. They took me in and I became a part of their family so immediately. I slept on a cot in their kitchen and it was the most comfortable thing in the world. I remember doing nothing but belonging, eating, and seeing some sights, all the while feeling slightly guilty for not calling home. But I was having such a wonderful time, and kept remarking to myself that it was the most stress-less, relaxing, happy time I'd had in a long time. The family name, with Chinese pronunciation, was the Fifteens. I eventually did go home, by boat, and everyone was glad to see me return. As soon as I got back I went house-hunting with my father. I didn't think my life was all that stressful, but in that dream I felt so much better than I have in a long time - I can't remember feeling that good. But was it that much better or that much worse when I was 15 and going to live with my dad? |
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| Lisa Higgs | ||
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