Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

paris

When things are going badly for me (as they are right now in school), I have dreams about going to Europe.

Not daydreams of walking through Parisian streets - actual dreams in which I'm part of some group that has a trip planned.

In these dreams, I never even make it on the plane, much less all the way to Europe.

In last night's version, I packed a bag but forgot pants, and then followed a GPS thing to the airport and ended up in Colorado Springs - more than 100 miles from DIA.

Sometimes I arrive at the airport and can't find a place to park. Sometimes the airport is a maze.

Sometimes, I have an out of body experience where I watch everyone else milling around the gate, getting on the plane (which is always luxurious), and generally not caring where I am.

I can't imagine what these dreams might mean.

Maybe I should just go to Paris.

Young Adult

'Real Men'