I do have recurring dreams. One I will explain…

I’m in Europe. I am in Germany, or the Czech Republic, or Poland, or even Ukraine.

I don’t know how I got there. I don’t remember flying over there. In the dream I also remember that I hate flying, and that I’ll have to fly back to the states when the dream is over.

And it is a good dream. I’m happy, almost mesmerized. All the people walking through the old, dirty, musty-smelling buildings – the railroad stations, opera houses, castles and cafes – I stare at, oblivious to time. I don’t want the dream to end.

But it does.

I think it means that though consciously I can say I don’t care about going back to Europe – as I have spent upwards of a year and a half of my life there – subconsciously, I do care about going back to Europe. I do care about seeing all the places I’ve read about the past 20 years as I’ve educated myself on European history. I do care about seeing Lisbon, Barcelona, Rome, Vienna, Berlin, Prague, Warsaw and even Moscow.

Seeing those places would be like walking into a dream, literally.

I’m not saying I’m going to get my passport tomorrow. I’m not saying I must go back there. Consciously I can say if I never see Europe again, I’ll be fine. And I will. God will see to that.

However, I wonder what my subconscious really has to say about the subject because, I do know that, in the quiet hours of my life, I am quite aware my mind is dwelling on the Ardennes and Austerlitz and Kursk and many other battles and places.

Looking at the nice photo of Corsica, where Napoleon was born, brought this out.

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