Climb

When your dreams get synchronised with the dreams of your partner, it means you aren’t the only one going mad.

“I just woke up,” I wearily told Julien over the phone. “I kept waking up and going back to sleep.  First I was climbing stairs in what looked like my old school, and it was really steep so I had to drag myself up, holding on to the rungs. Then… somehow I fell asleep again and then I was at a friend’s flat, and she lived on the fourth floor, and I had to climb the stairs — only, I had to climb over doors and step on the doorknobs to get to the next flight of stairs…”

He told me that he too has been having the same kind of dream lately. “It’s me climbing a hill. Covered in grass. But it’s so steep that I could fall backwards if I didn’t hold on properly.”

Qatar is officially sucking the life out of us.  We have become zombies.  I sit here all day, sometimes talking to myself to hear voices around me, never mind that it’s my own.  Sometimes I wake up and find myself momentarily lost, confusing the greyness of the sky caused by sandstorm for a grey winter morning in France.  I miss being with my husband.  He works six days a week, leaves the house at 5:30am, comes home at 8:30pm the earliest, with a total of 2 hours of driving a day. And in between the hours of dusk and dawn, we dream the same dream – climbing stairs filled with obstacles; trying our best to hold on.

Currently listening to:
Black Mountain
In the Future