Dreaming of Oxford

I should of been asleep already, seeing that it’s about 2 am, but I had to run for my lappy to write this down. I was about to drift of to sleep land, tucked into my soft, warm duvat, the only thing left to see and hear was memories. I remembered telling someone about my exchange year in England. I never talk much about it since there hasn’t seemed to been much to say. I never really think of my time there, I can’t actually remember.
Coming back to Norway was the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced, it was like coming to this world in which you’ve never actually been but you’ve dreamed of it all your life. Or like waking up from a dream. At least it’s like a dream now when some time has gone, and I forget about it.
Also, the time when I remember dreams tends to be while in bed, like I was just now, trying to sleep. I was thinking of a time I told someone about my year abroad, I was just explaining that I had to share my room with this other student. Then suddenly I saw her, my old roommate, I saw her clearly in my mind. Standing in our bedroom and bragging about her Dolce and Gabbana in her German accent.
You might think that that’s no biggie, but I haven’t really thought of her since I saw her last. Why would I want to go around remembering her? We didn’t like each other at all, she was a shallow, arrogant, self centred, manipulative, immature, whining bitch. Yet, now when I remember her I kind of miss her. You see, even though we mostly never got along, we still shared rooms for ten months. I’ve learned to like her even though we were the least compatible people ever. All in all I am actually quite fond of her, though I’m very happy to have a place for myself, (yay, messiness!)
Right now, in the prime time for dreams, I can see and feel my memories from Oxford as clear as if they were real, (which they are, but it doesn’t normally feel that way.) However, I think I should leave these memories for other nights, I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of them now when I know where, (or when,) they’re hiding. Now I have better sleep, since I have to get up early tomorrow. I have to think of the future, I have to make new memories. Don’t forget; memories are all you have. Everything is memories.

*sleeps*

0 Replies to “Dreaming of Oxford”

  1. o:You keep updating your blog nowadays… Means people actually will have to read what you write. Quite nasty of you, to say the truth.Anyway, you told me about Oxford when we were both kinda drunk, so I don’t remember much, but it didn’t sound like too much fun…

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