Nov 12
I was standing in the kitchen of my house, casually packing my bags and checking to see if everything was there. I had a backpack which contained some of my personal belongings, basic necessities, three pairs of clothing and a photo album for all the memories I was going to make in my first year backpacking in France. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed my laptop bag and my saxophone case.
I was ready for this! My mom drove me all the way to the airport where I got of and had to wait an hour for my flight. When I finally got on and arrived at my destination I was so exited. I had no plan, no schedule, no map and no boundaries. I was free, free to decide where I should go, what I should do and ect.
I spent my days walking trough France seeing the sights, eating there wonderful cooking, shopped for their latest fashions and all the crazy cool stuff I always wanted to do! But it wasn’t all that easy, I spent a few months at one destination working for some money and then moved on.
All was going well.
Then the one morning, when I was packed and all set to go I stand next to the road.
I sticked out my thumb to hitch a ride to the next town, but as usual I was ignored by every by-passing car, bus or whatever. Then when I was almost giving up and decided to stick out my leg instead a carriage truck pulled over and the driver said I could drive in the back. I was SO relieved. At the back of the truck I wasn’t alone, there was this French guy sitting there. He had messy black hair, a very prominent face, the most beautiful sky grey eyes and a build that fitted the bill. There was no question, he was hot. I sat next to him and was glad to know he spoke English. After some questioning I learned that he was doing some backpacking himself through his own country. We travelled together for a while and became quite good friends. We had a lot in common. He wanted to be a writer, and could play the guitar. After some talking we made a deal that we would do the whole backpacking thing together. I am astonished to say that we fell in love after some time. A few years passed (not giving all the details) and he then decided to propose to me. But I had job offers and went to New York, I promised him I’d be back.
But I wasn’t.
After some time, one of his friends called me.
I flew straight to Paris, my heart was broken.
Dead?
He can’t be, dead? No, no it is not true I thought.
Sadly it was.
I was invited by his mother to the funeral, where I wept.
His voice spoke softly to me saying:
“I love you, please don’t ever leave me again. Please?”
I literally jumped out of bed.
It was so unsettling that I cried, I felt asif I really learned to know this guy, fell in love with him.
This dream has bothered me ever since.
If someone can please tell me what it means?
I was standing in the kitchen of my house, casually packing my bags and checking to see if everything was there. I had a backpack which contained some of my personal belongings, basic necessities, three pairs of clothing and a photo album for all the memories I was going to make in my first year backpacking in France. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbed my laptop bag and my saxophone case.
I was ready for this! My mom drove me all the way to the airport where I got of and had to wait an hour for my flight. When I finally got on and arrived at my destination I was so exited. I had no plan, no schedule, no map and no boundaries. I was free, free to decide where I should go, what I should do and ect.
I spent my days walking trough France seeing the sights, eating there wonderful cooking, shopped for their latest fashions and all the crazy cool stuff I always wanted to do! But it wasn’t all that easy, I spent a few months at one destination working for some money and then moved on.
All was going well.
Then the one morning, when I was packed and all set to go I stand next to the road.
I sticked out my thumb to hitch a ride to the next town, but as usual I was ignored by every by-passing car, bus or whatever. Then when I was almost giving up and decided to stick out my leg instead a carriage truck pulled over and the driver said I could drive in the back. I was SO relieved. At the back of the truck I wasn’t alone, there was this French guy sitting there. He had messy black hair, a very prominent face, the most beautiful sky grey eyes and a build that fitted the bill. There was no question, he was hot. I sat next to him and was glad to know he spoke English. After some questioning I learned that he was doing some backpacking himself through his own country. We travelled together for a while and became quite good friends. We had a lot in common. He wanted to be a writer, and could play the guitar. After some talking we made a deal that we would do the whole backpacking thing together. I am astonished to say that we fell in love after some time. A few years passed (not giving all the details) and he then decided to propose to me. But I had job offers and went to New York, I promised him I’d be back.
But I wasn’t.
After some time, one of his friends called me.
I flew straight to Paris, my heart was broken.
Dead?
He can’t be, dead? No, no it is not true I thought.
Sadly it was.
I was invited by his mother to the funeral, where I wept.
His voice spoke softly to me saying:
“I love you, please don’t ever leave me again. Please?”
I literally jumped out of bed.
It was so unsettling that I cried, I felt asif I really learned to know this guy, fell in love with him.
This dream has bothered me ever since.
If someone can please tell me what it means?
