Woke last night around 2am from a dream that I haven't had in a long, long time. I remember having it a lot when I lived with a host family in Aix in 2001; in it, a huge black force is overwhelming me and I can't figure out how to communicate what I'm trying to get across. It isn't like the dreams I usually have, which are so allegoric it's ridiculous; it's literally that the dream is a feeling and not a storyline at all, that images and shapes and faces and people have been replaced by something overwheming. Yikes.
Back in 2001 the dream was a function of being immersed in a new language that I wasn't yet adept at using. I'm not 100% sure what it means to have had the dream again last night, but I do know that I'm tired- really, really tired- from my trip and that it's taking me a few days to feel sorted out. To know which way is up, which way is down, and where to go from here.
Just wanted to check in with you all to tell you that I might be a little scarce this week on FOL. Photos, which seem easier to manage, will be coming sometime soon on Flickr though, so keep an eye out for that.