So I had a dream last night. I was hiking in some random place. I have no idea where it was, but there was a stream that led to a waterfall, and it was really warm. I know because I was walking in the stream, wearing shorts. And I was with this guy. He was British (or so said his accent). Then the dream started jumping around a bit, that way in which dreams do. One moment, I was simply hiking along, the next the water was waste deep, we were both in the water (me and British guy), and there was a snake. British guy jumped to grab the snake, missed the snake and hit me. We both ended up in the water, face down. And then there was a kiss. It was very obviously a first kiss. It was sweet. And then somehow we ended up jumping off the edge of the waterfall into the pool below.
Nice dream, I tell you. I wish I had more like it. If I can’t wander through waterfalls with hot guys in real life, I am happy to accept such invitations in dreams.
So I woke up and forgot all about it. I went on with my day. Until I was walking through the supermarket a few minutes ago, and the dream popped into my mind. And it made me think — I seriously need to find a guy that will run off with me to different countries on a whim. Someone that’s not tied down to one place, that likes to travel, that wants to hike for days through mountains, and (perhaps most important) someone that will talk me into doing such things even when I’m feeling the need to be responsible.
Because, as I’ve said before, responsibility is overrated. Random adventure, however, is always worth my time.