Run, Paula, run

And it’s Sunday again. The sun’s supposed to be out today, which it did for about twenty minutes. It’s grey outside now, which makes me even more tired than I already am. The tiredness comes from a dream that I had. I got lost in a huge building, which was (I suppose) a school. I was looking for a certain room, but could not find it. I spent most time running up and down the stairs without knowing where I was going. It was even too tiring for my mind to hold on to that school and all over the sudden it had changed to some sort of a villa. I had opened doors to other people’s rooms and they were staring at me as if I was some kind of a robber. I kept running up the stairs as quickly as I could until I fell on my face. That was when I woke up with my heart beating so fast as if I had been physically running, not mentally. I had forced myself to open my eyes because I could not take it anymore. I have no idea what I was looking for, I don’t remember. What bothers me is the fact that I was in such a hurry. Usually I’m always in a rush, but in the dream it felt more like a case of life and death.
The weird thing is, when I’m awake I seem to be quite chilled. I don’t even want to think of doing something that needs to be done. But I know it is about time. Application forms in English need to be written, new photos need to be taken and a scholaship + other bursaries need to be applied for. But God, something needs to wake me up very badly.
I’m in need of a hug that awakes ancient feelings. Someone that says everything will be ok.

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