A dream in spain

All day long I’ve been thinking of this dream I had last night. And surprise, surprise, it was about my favorite place in the world. Madrid. In the dream I was dropping my brother off for a semester abroad at the IES center in Madrid. The dream was scattered (obviously… it was a dream) but I remember very clearly seeking out Maria José and Angel to say hello again. It all was extremely real and emotionally raw.

Of course, I woke up this morning to realize that the map of Spain that hangs above my bed had fallen down to lay on top of me in the middle of the night. I was literally being covered by the country in my sleep.

“Never Been To Spain” – Three Dog Night

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