Dream of: 21 February 1997 "Moving To Italy"
I was walking through the halls of what appeared to be an elegant old college building. I seemed to know where I was going and finally I walked into a classroom where I found a man standing at the front of the room. Recognizing the man as Rembert Glass (my old philosophy professor), I immediately walked up to him, put my arms around him and hugged him tight. When I finished hugging him and backed away from him, all I could say was, "You've shrunk."
And indeed he was much smaller than I remembered him. He was probably only five foot six inches and very thin. And besides that, he was now completely bald, having lost all of his black hair. Yet he was friendlier than ever, and I felt closer to him than I ever had. I only wished I had more time to spend with him. But he had a couple other people who were standing with him and waiting to talk with him. And I also was in a hurry to get somewhere else. So when he started talking again with one of the other people, I slipped out the door and back into the hallway.
I was excited because I was getting ready to move to Europe. It seemed as if I had been waiting for this for years, and now it was finally going to happen. I soon turned into another large empty room where I met a fellow who was thinking of going with me. He was a tall strong man; it would be good to have him along in case I ran into any trouble. He wasn't yet certain that he wanted to go. I explained to him that I had decided to go to Rome. This was partially because yet another fellow – a short fellow with Italian heritage – was also going accompany me. I now extolled the wonders of Italy, trying to get this big fellow to also go with me and the other short fellow.
All the while I was thinking of what I was going to be doing in Italy. I liked the idea of going to Rome, but I thought I would actually prefer Florence; once we reached Rome, we might change our minds and decide to live in Florence instead. First I still had to decide exactly what I was going to do there. It seemed that the possibilities were limitless. I might even study to become a medical doctor. Or maybe I would study to be a veterinarian. I imagined what it would be like to have a veterinary practice, to have people bring animals to me and to be able to diagnose them. It seemed that it would be interesting, yet perhaps more tedious than I would like.
I was also thinking of the difficulty of studying in Italian, which I barely knew. I began trying to think in Italian, but I kept coming up with French words. It occurred to me that since I knew so much French, I might have been better off to go to France
instead. But France could wait. I could live in Italy for a while, perfect my Italian, and maybe later move to France. For right now, Italy was the place for me, and I couldn't wait to leave.Copyright 2003 by luciddreamer2k@gmail.com
