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Paris, the planet

I had a funny dream last night. I was on route to be launched into space. For some reason I had volunteered to do it and everyone thought it was a great idea (except me). I had no intenetion of being in orbit for 6 months. Also, I had no idea what to pack for 6 months in space.

I begged my mom and Svavar if I couldn’t just cancel it, but it was so god damn important that I stuck to it. My biggest fear was that returning to Earth could be a challenge, even though the launch would go well. I didn’t want to end up as some space junk, orbiting forever.

This adventure fortunately never took place as it turned out I was supposed to pay for the venture myself, and neither me nor my mom or Svavar could afford some random space adventures (to my utmost joy).

When I woke up I wondered a bit what in the world this dream could have meant. Well to put it simply, I’ve had the flu for 4 days straight. During those days I didn’t do much except lying in my own sweat, in bed - looking at the walls of my studio apartment, feeling the small space of it. I guess I was just going crazy from the loneliness and the solitude of being ill at home, so the isolation morphed into a space ship that was supposed launch me into orbit.

Funny how your mind can work, eh..