Dream

I had a dream that I was in Amsterdam, but it looked nothing like it. I was going to this little take-away restaurant and I got a döner I guess. Anyway, I was sitting outside eating and all of these younger students came and cat with me. They were talking about their experiences in Europe and being teachers and all that. Not normally being one to offer information about myself without being asked, I sat and listened and finally blurted out "I live here! and I'm sick of teaching. I don't want to go back to work." I guess I thought in my dream that I was still on break and was going back. I told them how hard it was going to be to adjust back to living in Munich again after having spent the summer here in Roanoke. Then we tried to clean up our meals and sort out the recycling and a stout Dutch woman told us where to put our cans and the gigantic ball of paper I had picked up from the table. Then their professor came and told them to get ready to leave.

The feeling was that I was being pulled away from this life. Being forced to go back to work at MIS. Maybe this just feels too good to be true and I'm expecting something to come along and fuck it up.