Had three different dreams last night. Three different locales and three different cast of characters.
But they all had the same theme: me being homesick and me crying about it.
The tears and anguish felt so real, even in my dream. I could feel how I was trying to catch my breath in between sobs, and how warm the tears felt around my cheek. I was actually expecting myself to be in tears when I woke up, but luckily, I wasn't.
My sadness in the dream was left there.
Time to book another flight home.
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