I Dreamt Of Paris

I had a lovely dream a few nights ago. I dreamt that I was in Paris. It was... spring, I think. I was dreaming in Technicolour. :P The colours were bright and vivid, and the Eiffel Tower looked gorgeous. I was wearing this trendy outfit, with the prettiest coat, something I know I could never afford (well, not now anyway).

It was weird 'cos the premise of the dream was that I was there on a... school trip. My A-Level mates were there. There was this cute French dude who was flirting with Nadia (I won't be surprised if it happens in real life ;P).

But the most important part of the dream (so important that I just HAD to blog about it) was I felt very happy. I spent my time walking around Paris with a special person... and that's it. Just walking. But it felt so good.

I haven't experienced such intense happiness for quite a while already. Too bad I was just dreaming.

No wonder depressed people sleep a lot.

"It doesn't do to dwell in dreams and to forget to live." - Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone