Inter-galactic travel

And some people believe that dreams are the way our subconscious talks to our conscious…

Last night, I flew to a different galaxy. My shuttle landed on a space station and I could vividly see all the elaborate devices, like in a Sci-Fi movie.

I was hanging out on that space station with people from different planets. The strange thing is that they named their planets and I seemed to know what they were talking about. We were drinking red wine, and this is how I know that the dream was about me – the red wine actually left stains on a white carpet.

Then, I decided that I cannot just hang out on a space station doing nothing, and I should find a job. The dream ended quite abruptly. I suddenly said: “May be I should just go back to Earth and find a job there – I am a European, after all!”

I woke up thinking of why labour mobility in Europe does not compare to that of the USA, despite all the efforts towards a single European market.

I am a European, no doubt. And the Sci-Fi may be explained by the fact that I share a flat with geeks. What worries me is that if it is all true, how can I afford sparing the time for such a serious undertaking as inter-galactic travel besides my post-grad studies?