November 21, 2012 in Uncategorized
I was talking of dreaming.
Paris, the city was the topic of conversation. I don’t mind dreaming of Paris, as little as I know of it after a visit of only 3 days. What a happy visit that was, even if my feet nearly fell off from all the walking. Oh yes, I walk around here quite a lot, but that could never prepare me for being on my feet for twelve hours. With a short rest for a coffee and croissant here and there every now and then!
And then there was Paris, the girl.
I have never, with one exception, dreamt of a girl I know. Not even one that I don’t know, but whom I admire. So, dreams are a figment of the imagination, not to be taken seriously. Because if I took them that way, life would be much too complicated. Ever since I resolved on this, my dreams have improved and I quite look forward to going to sleep to see what is going to happen during the hours of shut eye.
Usually it’s nothing I remember.