Dreams

There are always many places and things that The Adventurer wants to be in. Unexplored cities, small towns, parts of Europe that boast beautiful lakes and mountains, once in a lifetime experience like bungee jumping and hang gliding, a repeated trip to snowboard before the snow melts, the list goes on.

But this morning, I woke up wanting to be in my dream, wanting to be there in my dream, living in it, making it real for the time I was there. It felt surreal, so vivid that it felt almost real.

I always believe that dreams are an extension of the subconscious. And I have this way of controlling the content of my dream by thinking of that event before I doze off, and letting the unconscious mind take over when I sleep. But today is different, I wasn't thinking about that dream I had. It must have been my subconscious that took over.

In that dream, I wanted to be back in familiar soil, doing the familiar things with the familiar people. But the conscious side of me disallows. When I'm awake I want to always throw myself into new environments and be forced to survive. I want to struggle with finding my way. I want to be lost. I want to live out of my comfort zone. That is my conscious dream.

That being said, I'll be off to have my breakfast and read up on lonely planet for a mini eurotrip.