While Tina is busy dreaming of Siena, I'm dreaming of Positano. I've gone back there four out of the past six nights. Three of the dreams have been pretty much the same, and they leave me feeling completely unsettled when I wake up.
It's my last night in Positano, when suddenly I realize I haven't done most of the things I wanted to do. I panic. I cry.
In one dream, I was talking to one of my friends who lives there, and I said, "I didn't get to..." (I can't remember what it was, but that doesn't matter). He said, "It's okay, we'll do that on Sunday." I cried, "No! We can't! I'm leaving tomorrow!!!!!" He looked at me, completely bewildered that I was so upset.
In another dream, it dawned on me that I hadn't spent any time with the friends who had traveled with me. We had all spent our time doing our own thing, and now it was too late to spend more than one day/night with each other. We wouldn't see each other again for a long year.
The details of the third dream are fuzzy, but it was the same concept - having to leave when I wasn't ready.
I can't quite picture being able to leave Positano and feel "ready" to leave. But I don't like the idea that there are so many things I want to experience there that they have invaded my subconscious mind.
Carole described it best a while back: "I feel as if I left things unfinished, in process, in suspense... "
I need to be there. I long for it.
People tell me, "Oh, you were just on vacation, that's why you're so happy there." NO. That's not it. There's so much more to it.
I'm progressing slowly on my new career. I need to step that up, so I can have more free time. Time to travel. To be where my soul needs to be...