Spanish Nights

For those of you that don't know, I am currently working on my masters. So I'm at that point that I have to work on my thesis (I get a lot of grief from my family because it's all I talk about and they're kind of fed up to the point where they kind of mock me - yeah, great family!). Yesterday I finally finished the literature review and I was so proud of myself! I literally jumped around for a while... then I realized I was super tired. Especially because I had to pull out one of my wisdom teeth. Apparently it had no room to just sit there and not give me grief, so it was giving me a lot of jaw pain and migraines. I decided: "screw it! just pull it out!". And so it came out... the day after Christmas. How masochistic am I? very (apparently). So... yeah... I'm on some painkillers. I'm losing myself in thought a lot which is not a very good thing because I still have a lot of work to do which is due on the 6th (of January, of course!). Okay... so yesterday I finally finished my literature review and I jumped around for a while. Then I realized there was no one around to jump around with me. I stopped... I was woozy and sort of blue. I sat down. I listened to some music (Keaton Henson) and I decided to go to bed. I crawl into bed (I was already in my jammies - which is my holiday uniform) and turned on the TV. I like to drift off listening to the TV (it shuts itself off after a while). So amazingly enough there was nothing good on and I ended up watching the ending to this weird movie which I think was called Dristrict 9 (I'm not sure if it was a movie or not). The ending really pissed me off because I'll never know if the alied dude came back after three years (like he promised). That's the last thing I remember thinking before I fell asleep.

I fell asleep... I had a decent amount of sleep. But the dreams... the dreams I had this night were amazing! I have this thing (which some people find weird but for me it's pretty normal)... I dream in color so it's pretty much like watching TV. But this night... besides lots of beautiful colors I also dreamed in Spanish. It felt so real... my Spanish also sucked in the dream. But there was this man... and he was beautiful but I couldn't have him. He had to go. The scenery around me... the sun, the trees, the houses... everything felt so real! I haven't seen the sun in days (it's been raining nonstop for over a week) and I could literally feel it on my skin, in my dream. I also felt the sadness of being left behind. The sorrow that loss brings. The ending is blurry... Or I'm not supposed to remember it. But it felt sort like one of those Spanish dramatic soap operas... it was beautiful, funny and painful. I don't think I need to talk about the particulars of the dream. I guess the title of this post speaks for itself... Spanish Nights. :)