more later

I dreamed I was in my subconscious idea of New Zealand last night. Everyone kept telling me I was drunk. And I kept telling them I wasn't and that I didn't want to go... not yet. They'd hug me, cry, kiss my wet cheeks, and then tell me to leave while everything was still misty beautiful. It was a night of constant goodbyes. And when I woke up, Sigur Ros was still playing on repeat on my computer.