Berlin Dreams

I had a very prophetic dream last night. It came true in part this morning. Then I was talking to the developer I work with closely and he told me about his dream-- it was the same as mine!!! How strange is that?!?

I've been thinking about Germany the last few days. There was a time I would vacation in Berlin for a week or two or three. During that time, I would stop being Donna and turn into a German girl. I wore scarfs and lived with a German man. I spoke little English and ate massive amounts of doner kabobs and nutella. For those few weeks, I had no family, no job, no worries, no pressure. It was nice to disappear. And then when I would start to think about Gerhardt Schroeder and German taxes, it was time to come home. That was nice too. Those times are over for me. I can't just disappear anymore. Maybe I could, I just no longer have a Wohnheim to run to... Wohnung, Wohnung! I know.