Friday, June 2, 2017

'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?'

Dear future hubster,
when in the morning I tell you that I had an exhausting night, because in my dream I was packing and worrying that I will miss the plane, while my old boss was taking the boys out for lunch, please do listen to me.
Yes, I know that it was just a dream, and wasn't even a nightmare, and yes, I am aware that the plane analogy probably reflects my worries over a deadline approaching, and anything about my old boss is just my need for recognition manifesting.
But it feels real and I need to have it off my chest. I need to sing my shadow home before the day can start.

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