Before Sunrise, Before Sunset. Paris.
Last night I dreamt that I was watching the same movie over and over again. Maybe it was everyday, but definitely repeatedly over the course of the dream (since in dreams time expands and contracts at will).
I couldn’t remember the movie, but I woke up with the thought that it might have been Before Sunset.
Before Sunrise and Before Sunset are my two favorite movies ever in life, the latter weighed a great deal in my decision to go to Paris. I watched them almost exactly a year ago and the idea popped into my head to buy a ticket right then, to leave the next weekend if I could. The idea of walking with someone and discussing everything through the streets of such a beautiful backdrop struck me as one thing I infinitely wanted to experience in my lifetime. Even now, watching it again, I still have that small ache in my chest at the end. I still feel that same tug. (I watched them both again this afternoon to relieve myself of the funk that I woke up in…Definitely did the trick)
The last ten minutes of that movie, sigh…if you haven’t seen it, add it to you Netflix list. You’d have bought a ticket as well.
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