The happy place

It was supposed to have been heathen in the last text, not Heather. But the screen is too small when i write in the phone. It’s an UX issue.

Speaking of which, I had something related on my mind, which I forgot.

I dreamt I was in Germany, looking for my colleagues who were all having beer in this what can best be described as: A building much like a big colosseum, with all of the stuff you find both on an airport and a ferry cruise ship (the intersection so neither airplanes nor life boats, but restaurants, pubs, a tax free shop, etc.)

I couldn’t find the place, it was supposed to be a fairly large cozily lit place with wooden long benches and people drinking beers through big pitchers with handles, (like the IOS beer 🍺 emoji, but bigger).

Up and down I went through the escalators but I saw only souvenir shops, tax free shops with perfumes and stuff like this, until I went to the very bottom centre where a brightly lit round pool was, which was empty.

The vision of the pool was strong: clear blue water with ripples, bluer than average and there was chlorine in there. The pool itself made of glossy white ceramic tiles of the typical bath house variety, rectangular.

There I concluded that I must’ve visited the wrong date, I’d gotten it all wrong.

Even though the place ought to have been there even on the wrong date. This fact was irrelevant in the dream.

How I reacted to this was apparently to wake up to find myself in bed and then I forgot all about it until now, for some reason this memory seems to have overwritten the one I had which was related to the UX experience.

That’s interesting.