Dreaming of France

Some time ago, I dreamed I traveled to Paris with my high school French class, some time in the winter. We didn't see anything that travelers flock to, but rather wandered around a snowy suburb that didn't look that dissimilar to some of our homes back in the States. I think we visited a gas station.

This morning (I usually remember my morning dreams more clearly) I dreamed that I revisited that suburb of Paris, accompanied this time by characters from Star Trek: The Next Generation. After a few moments, I exclaimed, "I know this place! I've been here before! I... aw, man, it was a dream!" When I woke up, I couldn't shake the feeling that deep down, for some unknown time, a part of me genuinely believed I'd been to Paris in the winter.

And it wasn't until I began writing this post that I realized that I'd had yet another dream featuring people from Star Trek. At least nobody was in their pajamas in this one. But I still want to see that commercial.