I feel like I’ve been doing a lot complaining on this site lately. Maybe I’m hypersensitive, but it seems like the last few posts have been kind of negative. I want to counteract that.
I’ve been having a recurrent nightmare. It goes like this: I’m in the U.S.A. My trip to Africa has either been cancelled or hasn’t happened yet. I try to convince myself that I’ve been to Africa by invoking memories of my trip, but I can’t. I know I’m here, yet somehow can’t prove it to myself. I’m terrified and incredibly uncomfortable. In this dream, the U.S.A. is the last place I want to be. I’ve had this dream at least 5 or 6 times. Every time, I wake up in a (hot) sweat. When I realize that I’m actually in a sweltering room with no fan and stridulating mosquitos, my sense of ecstatic relief is a cause for a tiny early morning celebration.
Just, you know, so things don’t get too negative.