Surreal dreams of mine are a tad too much nowadays.
Dreamt of slow walks down my beloved boulvards of Paris and spurting actual french..
I amazed myself..Dreamt of the someone else whom I'm hand-in-hand with.
And how come him of all people was in my dreams?Knowing these are just wild imaginations really makes me a little sad.
Perhaps these are just what my subconcious mind really wanted.
La vie est comme celle..