My Friday Night

An extremely "exciting" start to my weekend, last night. My Friday night. I was restless, home alone and didn't want to sit on my backside all night in front of the telly, doing nothing. So I decided to do some work on my photo-albums from Australia. (There's a program I've downloaded on the computer, and you can make up these real cool looking books, filled with whatever photo's you want).

I spent hours and hours, going through them all. It took me back and I was reliving it all again. Looking at myself in these pictures was so strange. I was 15 kilo's heavier, looked 10 years younger (even though I was only 2 years younger) and I was like a mad-hatter on all of them. I couldn't believe that was me. It was like I was taking a glimpse at somebody else's life.. It was somebody else's adventure. So weird.

Anyhow, The photo's I was sorting were from my first few months in Oz. During this time, I was working with an fellow called Jason. He's like a proper true blue Ozzie, like the "bush man".. or Tarzan even. He's the best ever, and became one of the most precious people I met during my year in Oz. We lost touch once I left. I didn't really think that I would be able to contact him, seeing as though he doesn't have email (yeah, that's just how much of a Tarzan he is..haha).
Only recently, around 3 or 4 weeks ago, I contacted him again. All of sudden I felt this urge to try get in touch. So I dug out his old mobile number, sent him a text, just to see if he got them. I didn't expect anything back but straight away he replied! I couldn't believe it. I hadn't heard from him for over a year, and it was so great just to send a few texts back and forth.

He then rang me 2 weeks ago. On a Friday morning (I haven't told anybody this by the way), it was 09.30am, I was having my breakfast, and my mobile rang.. it said "Jason calling"..it was flashing at me.. Oh god, my heart was pounding, I was nervous, I didn't know what to do. So I just let it ring. I ignored it. How bad is that? He was on the other side of the world, ringing an Irish mobile number, to chat to me, and I didn't even have the guts or decency to answer it. But ever since, we've still been texting, and he said he'll ring me again. And then I'll definitely be picking up the phone. The reason why I didn't pick up, was because he'd want know everything I'm up to, and I wouldn't be able to avoid telling him about the situation I'm in right now. It's so much to explain, and maybe I don't want him to think any less of me, or maybe it's the shame of it all. I'm not too sure. So I wrote him a letter.. This was only a week ago, so he hasn't got it yet. But he should do, shortly..

Last night, when I was going through the pictures, all I could think about was the day we'll meet each other again. I'm pretty sure it will happen, but when, I haven't a clue. I worked with him, and he said I have a job with him for life. All I have to do is pick up the phone.
Once I was finished on the computer, I sat down, to watch some South Park, just gazing at the screen, not taking anything in, still in Australia with my thoughts, thinking about the laughs, the adventures, the people.. It was 01.00 am, and I suddenly got a text.. guess who.. Jason! Texting, just to let me know he was thinking of me. Well, that was freaky. The distance..so far, both on different timezones, with different lives but at the exact same moment we were on one wave length.. How special is that.
It was like a "sign"..I know, I always read a lot into stuff like that, I can't help it. Maybe it was just a coincidence..

Anyhow, I then tried to get to sleep.. But this wasn't Happening. All I was doing, was trying to come up with clever plans to get me traveling again. I finally drifted off, and I then dreamt that I was back working with Jason. My mind was running a marathon up until this morning. It was tiring and I can't really explain what happened, but it felt like I had lived through a whole scene of events.. it was like there was a whole life I had been living, in the space of 7 hours. It was pretty cool.

I am so happy that dreams were once "invented"..(whoever came up with the theory of giving people the power to dream was a genius..haha) They are the best thing ever. Escaping from reality, being able to go anywhere you want. Creating your "story", your journey, your imagination. Even if they only last for a few minutes, they can still be powerful and effect your daily life positively, if you really want it..
I appreciate dreams so much right now.

So much triggered, just because I didn't want to sit on my backside in front of the telly last night.. Isn't life funny...