About a Dream

I never talk about my dreams and usually hate it when others tell me about theirs. But last night I had one so awesome and so real, I just have to write it down here. I was in a very small car with other people (strangers to me, but I knew them in the dream) driving through a countryside.

The road was full of curves, and everything was so green. Flowers (violet and pink mostly) and trees and plants everywhere. I knew I had to be in Europe. But I wasn't sure where I was. We stopped for a little while to enjoy the scenery and drink tea from a thermos (??? and I don't ever drink tea) and then our trip continued.

It was late in the afternoon that we saw it from afar. The Louvre and it's giant glass pyramid. I then knew (me in the dream, not me in the car--- if that makes sense) that I was in France. My friends and I were on a road trip to Paris. I remember feeling the excitement of finally arriving and I said that it was so much more beautiful in real life. We got out of the car to admire the pyramid, just waiting for the sun to go down so we could see it all lit up and when it was,  it was so beautiful....

We hung around the plaza a little bit but we would actually be going inside the Museum in the morning.

It was so real. I've only been to the U.S. and Puerto Rico, but now going to Europe seems likes such a feasible goal. Only because I feel like I've already been there. It absolutely makes no sense. But there it is. My dream.