Last night I dreamt of a beautiful girl who forget everything about her past and had to rely on the people around her to tell her who she was.
When I move to new countries, leaving a life and an identity behind me, I feel like the new people I meet help me rebuild my identity from scratch.
However, this poor girl from my dream – my dream girl – was too trusting, believed the wrong people and ended up miles from where she started. Adrift at sea, never knowing how lost she was.
It was a very sad dream. The next one was about me playing guitar in a rock concert, but I was plugged in a kilometer away from the stage – it was a concept thing.