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| from the plane on the way to Vegas- September 2010 |
Lately I've been having vacation dreams. Lots of them. These are not your typical, run-of-the mill, 'just driving a few hours to visit family' vacation dreams. (Frankly, that's not a vacation any which way you look at it.) These are serious vacation dreams. Over the weekend, I was standing on an isolated beach in the Caribbean with perfect white sands and my toes just reaching the warm, sapphire water. There was not a single person around for miles and miles. A bunch of silly non-realistic things happened in the dream right after that- it was a dream after all- however, I woke up feeling like I had literally just been to the Caribbean. That is one place that I have never been, so this dream in particular really stood out for me.
I told J about it that morning and how I got woken up by the salt truck driving on our street (reality, bummer), but tried to hurry up and fall back asleep because that was just before I found out what our hotel room looked like in the dream. Seeing how hotel rooms are decorated in new locations is often just as exciting for me as the location itself. Note: "Our hotel room" yes, my dreams would not let me go on a beach vacation alone, because that- my friends, would be a nightmare in my book. WAY too much silence and alone time for my liking. Anyone else with me on that?
