“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.” ~ Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
I dreamt I was taking a trip to the Philippines. I had left work with my friend, L, and we got on the train to head to the airport. There was a pit-stop to eat at my work cafeteria. We had to exit the train and leave our bags on the patches of grass outside of the building. I remembered that I had two bags when I first boarded the train, but when I got off, I only had one. I was upset I had lost one bag, so I told L to go ahead to the cafeteria and that I would catch up with her once I found my missing bag. I backtracked on foot, while still carrying the one bag that I had left, and looked down on the patches of grass for my missing bag. I could not find it, so I decided to head back to where the train originally dropped us off. I was agitated that I lost my other bag, but was grateful anyway that at least I had the one bag. My shoulders felt heavy though, and so I decided to put down the bag that I was carrying. I was horrified to find out that the bag that I was carrying was not even my bag, but was instead a sort of backpack child seat. I collapsed on the ground, crying for my two missing bags, and for the empty child seat.