Recurring nightmare

I just remembered a recurring nightmare I have had. I don’t know how long ago or for how long. I think I’ve definitely had it since graduating. In the dream I am at school; university but at my high school. I have a math class but don’t realize it or remember until I have forgotten to go to class for too long or until somehow I end up there and don’t have the homework. I guess it’s a nightmare because it is unsettling. The really “scary” dreams I actually enjoy. This one is just disturbing.

When I lived in Nicaragua I had dreams about my former life more than I thought about it. It was like my subconscious was dealing with the change by reaching out and spending it’s free time where it felt most comfortable. I knew I would be there for two years but then, I would end up at home and feel so relieved and happy. Then—even in my dreams—I would realize that I shouldn’t be home or that it didn’t make sense. My subconscious would do it’s best to explain, giving one excuse or another. Sometimes I would buy it, and sometimes I would figure out that it was a dream.

So. Mali. I guess I’ll be dreaming of toilets and hot showers. Nous verrons.

Chris 5:33

Why do the friends of John and of other people blog, but you blog not?
So I said unto them, Can the littlest brother of the family blog, while the family is with him? as long as he has the family with him, he cannot blog.
But the days will come, when he shall be taken away from them, and then shall he blog in those days.
No man also seweth a piece of new cloth on an old garment: else the new piece that filled it up taketh away from the old, and the rent is made worse.
And no man putteth new wine into old bottles: else the new wine doth burst the bottles, and the wine is spilled, and the bottles will be marred: but new wine must be put into new bottles.


Me and three bros.
Vacation is great.
T-minus one week to Africa.