A Different Breakfast, Alanis, Marital Status and Coursemates

I will probably be fed up with this dish in a few weeks' time as that is what I keep cooking for friends. As I had leftovers from yesterday, I decided to fry these (those?) for breakfast.

Oh, I had this dream tonight. It was about me nearly missing my dissertation celebration flight to New York. I was pleased waking up and realising it had been just a dream.

According to Wikipedia, Alanis Morissette is dating some kind of environmental lawyer called Tom Ballanco. Never mind. I hope she is happy. Really.

During the past seven days I have socialised with friends once, and that was yesterday. Before that it was a night (or in my case, late evening) out with the coursemates. It has been such a privilege getting to know a few people on my course better. I hope we will keep in touch with each other after graduation.

When I was seventeen years old I thought I was gonna be married at the age of 22 and, if not, definitely by the age of 24. Two and a half brief relationships later, I now have no intention of getting involved in a relationship. Of course I did not enjoy getting dumped in the past, but with the benefit of hindsight it was the best that could happen.

I am not scared of staying single the rest of my life. As it is now I probably would not mind, but I have to acknowledge that this contentedness is largely dependent on me finding a meaningful career. However, I am scared of losing the friends that I actually have. My future life will probably consist of a lot of moving around. Heck, I have lived in five places in five years – and actually enjoyed the hopping around.

I have to admit it feels strange to leave Newcastle after graduation. It is the first town I have identified myself more with than Stockholm. I felt as home in Newcastle after a year as I did in Stockholm after three years.

One reason is probably that I have felt more like a member of the church here, while in Stockholm I always felt like a guest. Having said that, my priorities have rather been with my studies than church activities during the last few years.

That does not mean that I see my Christian faith as little more than a Get Out of Hell Free card. For instance, I would not have had the courage to come here if it was not for my faith.

Clocked up another six miles of running yesterday. Let me know if you want to join at some point.

I usually do not write about private matters on my blog. Hope you enjoyed the exception ;).

Today Simon has:

Listened to Andy Murray's racket
Read nothing yet
Noticed that going to bed early is so rewarding

A Random Dream

Tonight I dreamt that I handed in all my assignments. As having assignments sorted were not enough, I found myself going to Hawaii with my course to celebrate.

Details I can remember from the dream are:

I had 20 minutes to departure when I still had not left home. I realised that by the time I got to the airport, there would be no time to check in hold baggage. I decided to walk to the airport, as this was quicker than taking a taxi. As I had no idea how long we were going to be in Hawaii, I thought I could buy more underwear and socks when we got there. After all, how pricey could things be in Hawaii?

Therefore, I brought hand baggage only. I met Shannon from my course at the check-in desks. Apparently, I did not walk to the airport. I teleported.

Walking on a long gravel path, outside the airport to the departure gates, I could not keep up with Shannon. Later, she kindly stopped, and I gave some explanation (shoelaces) to my lack of pace.

Then something happened, and I am not sure whether it had to do with this Hawaii trip. I am sitting on a Scandinavian Airlines flight to somewhere. A blonde girl, whom I have never seen before, is sitting just across the aisle.

“This is soo boring, do you have anything to read”, she says addressing me.
“Of course I do”, I say, giving her all books and magazines from my carry-on suitcase.

“Do you speak Swedish?”, I ask her in Swedish
“Huh?”, she says.

I took that as a ‘no’ and then she continued:

“Do you get food on this flight?”
“No,” I say, “you don’t get food on any SAS flights these days.”

After that, we went on a rant how poor it is when you do not get in-flight meals.

Then I woke up, shocked that I never asked to get my books back. Then realising it was only a dream.


Notes
1. I am very optimistic about time, but not as optimistic as portrayed in this dream.
2. I am surprised I woke up concerned about my books.
3. In real life, bringing underwear would get priority over books.


A few questions need answers:

Q1: Did Shannon and the rest of our course ever get to Hawaii?

Q2: Can anybody teach me teleporting? It obviously works terrific in dreams.

Q3: Why was I not told about the duration of our Hawaii trip?

Q4: Why on Earth was I put on a SAS flight (destination unknown) with a random girl nicking my books?

Q5: Why did I give her ALL my books?

Please put your thoughts as comments (either on the blog or at Facebook where this post is imported) – any input is valuable, as I doubt anybody has All the Answers. I wish you all a pleasant start to 2009!

Simon



Today Simon has:

Listened to Swedish music on Youtube
Read nothing
Noticed that he has some serious cleaning left to do