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dream from last night

just remembered an awesome dream: I was going traveling again, but only for three weeks, and with a much smaller bag. It was all quick decisions and rushing, getting in the airport line and wondering, "where am I flying to, again?" I was flying into Dublin, same as before, but then thinking about going to France and possibly eastern Europe. During the dream I was aglow with the adrenaline of not having plans, thoughts of vegetables in France and of finding a companion in the hostel to go with to Prague.

getting a job here in Sac, reason 1: I'd have the money to quit and go travelling. soon.