This morning’s Dream Theatre:
This morning I was at my friend K.’s place in Paris. I had just arrived and let myself into the apartment as K. was off somewhere else. It felt wonderful and euphoric to be back in Paris for an extended stay.
The Paris in my dreamscape is a bit different from the real world Paris I know and love. It’s more. More of everything that Paris can be. All in the same square footage. My dreamworld Paris is also a consistent place, meaning that it’s the same city every time I go there.