Look How He Flies Above Us

Oh yeah. Dreams, dreams, dreams...
I love them. Even though they´re scary sometimes.
I used to have two different recurring dreams.

1. Falling Down
Several years ago, I had a dream that was occurring nearly every day. I was walking down the street in my block, feeling happy, looking around and enjoying the day, when I suddenly fell into the hole that appeared unexpectedly. It was sooooooooooo alive. I got really scared all the time. Sometimes I even fell down from bed.

2. Flying
The second dream was just amazing & I couldn´t have enough of it. Usually it started in reality, casual situation, from which I escaped the best way I could. I´ve just "spread my wings" and slowly got up. It was such an amazing feeling. I wasn´t too high, but high enough so that people could see I was flying & they were pointing and me & wondering how I did that. I didn´t care about anything, just enjoyed it veeeeery much :)
The funny thing about this dream was that I wasntf flying like a bird, I was "swimming" in the air.

Last year I wasn´t dreaming at all. I really missed that. This year, my dreams came back. Some of them more than strange.
Think about it: How often the racoon comes to your hotel room and bites your finger? Or the commercial plane crashing down to the sea approximately 10 metres from you?
Hopefully, those kind of dreams will not come back...

back_on_track

I needed somebody to ask me this question. Maybe it will finally make me move my butt.
Don´t get me wrong, I´m not some kind of layabout or anything. Actually I am hardworking and ambitious person. But somehow my life got stucked in past two years and I found myself losing track.
I gave up. Now I know that. I had an amazing job in event management but due to the unpleasant working conditions I decided to quit. I spent two months searching for a new one but wasn´t successful. Maybe I didn´t try hard enough. Or the crisis played it´s role. However, under the circumstances, I ended up choosing the easy solution instead of trying. I left my country for seasonal job and accidentaly stayed here, in Crete, for another two years.
First season I worked as a bartender which wasn´t making any good, ´coz I felt like I was moving backwards. The other summer was way better thanks to the leading position, but at the end, Greek way of "management" didn´t let me show my potencial and qualities.
And now I am trying to figure out why I am still here.. The situation in job market is worse than ever, for me as an outsider even worse.
I didn´t expect myself putting other people above me when it comes to happiness. Unfortunately, even if it comes to love, you just cannot make somebody happy if you are unhappy yourself. Or maybe you can, but I cannot. What´s always made me happy is definitely working, building my career and being a part of this rush.
So my professional goal for now is to get back to the market and find a great job in event management or marketing (´coz these are the fields I see myself in) asap, for next year it´d be improving my qualities and learn a lot, so that in five years (preferably less than that) I can be a proffesional in my field, have enough money to live my life and be happy again...

Girls skipping at an athletics carnival

Depends...
If it comes to ones we are "given", only one. My brother. I´m not sure it´s possible to describe our relationship. Let´s use the Facebook language and say - It´s complicated.
On the other hand, there are another two people I consider to be my siblings. Two people I chose. Just like that. Coz I felt like. It was love at first sight.
To be specific - with my chosen "Bro" it actually was the opposite of love. It took me app. 1 minute to make him fall in love with my humour and another day to clear up out relationship. I chose to be honest and said: "You´re not my type". He smiled and said: "You´re not my type either." And from that moment we became brother and sister. He is protecting me like a Big Brother, I look up to him like a Little Sister, and even though we have our ups and downs, we are family to each other. And except my Best Gay Friend ever, that´s the only relationship with heterosexual man I consider safe.
I found my sister, that I always prayed to have, accidentaly. We were working together long time ago. That´s why our start was very distant. As soon as we started to meet outside the work it soon became very clear that we´re more that just really similar looking girls. We get along pretty well, we understand each other, she´s there for me, I´m there for her. She used to do sleepovers at my place, I was making a brakfast for her. She´ve seen me happy, sad, succesful and "lost". I wasn´t a girlfiriend´s type while growing up. And she was my first real girlfriend and maybe that´s why we became that close. It´s one of my dreams that came true. I got Sister.
There´s a family we´ve been given and family we´ve chosen.
And sometimes, the chosen ones change your "family" opinion. Actually, they save it.