if i ever
feel better...
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when i moved to Pittsburgh i had occasional dreams about Columbus. When i moved to Madision I never dreamed about Columbus or Pittsburgh, I dreamed about Chicago. Yeah, makes no sense to me either. Aside from the nightmares on the beltway...
When I was in Charlotte I dreamed about nothing. Hmm...can honestly say I never realized that until now. I consider dreams to be semi-important...assuming you ever wake up knowing what you dreamed. In DC I dreamed about the past. The house i grew up in. The farm. Places I'd never thought about before and suddenly they were there my waking life.
Being here in Southern MD...I dream about DC (of all places) constantly. Well, and painting the house at 850. Can't explain that one. But DC...yeah I have dreams about pitts, madison, random places in columbus, and charlotte (don't get me started)...
why DC? is it because it's unobtainable? a place i so desperately want to get back to that all i do is think about it and then it gets into my subconscious? I've always thought that NYC was the place to be but it rarely interferes in my dream time.
and i happen to like NYC. despite me abusing it, it's been good to me. good food, good people, how can anyone complain? (insert snide Woody Allen comment...) as ive always remarked to folk, aside from the rent, if you just eat out all the time you're doing ok.
but DC.
it's like my Mecca. and it's bad enough i want to just hop off and plant myself in Tangier for the next ten years...
huh.
i'd be 46 in ten years. maybe the key is finding where the folks are going and just going there. i have quasimarketable skills that aren't going to get screened at the boarder. find the hot spot and just make myself a presence. it only took me 35 years but i finally have people skills...
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they say your name can be a start...
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when i moved to Pittsburgh i had occasional dreams about Columbus. When i moved to Madision I never dreamed about Columbus or Pittsburgh, I dreamed about Chicago. Yeah, makes no sense to me either. Aside from the nightmares on the beltway...
When I was in Charlotte I dreamed about nothing. Hmm...can honestly say I never realized that until now. I consider dreams to be semi-important...assuming you ever wake up knowing what you dreamed. In DC I dreamed about the past. The house i grew up in. The farm. Places I'd never thought about before and suddenly they were there my waking life.
Being here in Southern MD...I dream about DC (of all places) constantly. Well, and painting the house at 850. Can't explain that one. But DC...yeah I have dreams about pitts, madison, random places in columbus, and charlotte (don't get me started)...
why DC? is it because it's unobtainable? a place i so desperately want to get back to that all i do is think about it and then it gets into my subconscious? I've always thought that NYC was the place to be but it rarely interferes in my dream time.
and i happen to like NYC. despite me abusing it, it's been good to me. good food, good people, how can anyone complain? (insert snide Woody Allen comment...) as ive always remarked to folk, aside from the rent, if you just eat out all the time you're doing ok.
but DC.
it's like my Mecca. and it's bad enough i want to just hop off and plant myself in Tangier for the next ten years...
huh.
i'd be 46 in ten years. maybe the key is finding where the folks are going and just going there. i have quasimarketable skills that aren't going to get screened at the boarder. find the hot spot and just make myself a presence. it only took me 35 years but i finally have people skills...
*
they say your name can be a start...
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