In restless dreams I walked along narrow streets of cobbled stone.

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I want to be here so badly sometimes it physically hurts. I dream about London sometimes so vividly; I check the street names and locations on maps and find out I knew where I was going subconsciously. I know my way around a city across an ocean that I've never been to better than the one I've lived in for 20 years.

And it creeps me out and makes me feel awesome all at the same time.