It’s Sunday again.
The sun is supposed to be out today, and it did for about twenty minutes. It’s grey out now, which makes me even more tired. A dream triggered this tiredness.
I was lost in a huge building, which looked like a school. I was looking for a specific room, but couldn’t find it. I spent most time running up and down the stairs without knowing where I was going. My mind was too exhausted to hold on to that school, and it transformed it into a villa. I had opened doors to other people’s rooms, and they were staring at me like I was a burglar. I kept running up the stairs as quickly as I could until I fell on my face.
I woke up with an increased heart rate–so fast like I’d been running. I’d probably forced my eyes to open because I couldn’t face those dreams anymore. I have no idea what I was looking for in my dream either. I don’t remember. What bothers me is that I was in a hurry. I’m always in a rush, but it had felt more like a case of life and death.
The weird thing is, when I’m awake, I seem chilled. I don’t even want to think of my daily tasks. But I know it’s time. Application forms in English need to be written; new photos need to be taken. I need to apply for a scholarship and other available bursaries. But God, something needs to wake me up.
I need a hug that awakens ancient feelings. Someone that says everything will be ok.
