MONDAY, 6 JANUARY 2020
For years, I’ve been having dreams where I’m heading to the airport or train station, and I’ll be on time … if I can only get all my luggage together – which seems impossible because I have too many items to carry.
Some time ago I dreamt about a dilapidated apartment building in Taiwan, where boxes and boxes full of my stuff were stored. The ceiling was cracked so it had been raining in, and the walls were mouldy and it was a big mess. But I had so much stuff I couldn’t get it all together.
Saturday night/Sunday morning I again dreamt of an old apartment that I was renting from a “Mrs Zhang” – basically just two rooms in a house or apartment. And once again, my stuff was all over the place. Except this time, after a while, I realised that I was actually gathering up the final items – the last bits of paper and the last few ornaments and souvenirs and bits of broken electronics – and putting it all in one last box. And then the place was clean. I had finally managed to get all my stuff together, and/or sort it all out.
There was no airport or train station in the dream, though. Maybe that’s next.
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