My Dreams In My Life

I dream often.

My dreams are very complex, sometimes very vivid. I have dreamed I taste stuff and in the dream they feel so real. I have song stuck in my head that I made up during a dream, it’s amazing. I wish I could replicate it.

When I’m in love with someone, I start dreaming with them every day. That’s one of the reasons I know I’m in love: constant dreams with that person.

I still haven’t found the reason why we dream or why dreams occur. Freud said that dreams are the representation of our deep subconscious thoughts, the ones that we are not even aware of. But again, Freud said that women were envious of men because we don’t have a penis.

I have constant dreams scenarios too, which come three to four times a year.

During my childhood I “survived” a flood that wipe

But I think this means other stuff more than I’m being overwhelmed by then. I’m not. Just obsessed.

The downward declining spiral of my country has pushed me to consider options to leave. I thought of being an au pair and finally learn German. Or do a course overseas and get a degree, but I don’t have any money, even though I’m working freelance.

I wanted to work in some kind of diplomat job, and casually, just like heaven’s sent, one of my coworkers had a relative working at an embassy. And a very important one. Yes, it’s the one that you’re thinking. I don’t think this is a coincidence: I think this is my chance, I just don’t know how to approach her to give my resume to her relative.

I also considered being an au pair in the US. They pay is almost double of what they offer in Europe, and ticket planes are cheaper, I could afford them.

I’ve been thinking that a lot. I’m over burdened in my job with trifling tasks a small children could do, if that small children knew any English. I’m burning; I’m not doing anything productive. I’m not even doing something in the career I want.

I just hope this dream doesn’t mean my American dream is getting