Last night I dreamed Brad and I moved to Texas. And I was glad to finally be in Texas after daydreaming about it for so long. Then, in the way dreams just suddenly change places, Brad and I and the group we had been with were suddenly on a California freeway. I think it was 880 because it looked like this one section I know. Cars were whizzing by us. But my main thoughts were that we weren't in Texas anymore, and we needed to get back. I *wanted* to get back.
So anyway, now my desire to get out of California is encroaching on my dreams. At least this wasn't all nightmare without nothing good like so many of my dreams.
