“The geologist takes up the history of the earth at the point where the archaeologist leaves it, and carries it further back into remote antiquity.” ― Bal Gangadhar Tilak, The Arctic Home in the Vedas

I had a wicked dream last night. Wicked here means good.

I have two degrees (yes, two BAs, don’t ask). My first degree is in Anthropology and Classical studies (Double majored, was one 1 year credit from a minor in Russian studies {still burns me}). My second is in Archaeology. I presently work with Geologists.

Deep breath.

They are living proof that I could do what I dreamt of.

Last night I dreamt that I went and got my masters and ROCKED IT. Not only did I rock it, but then I managed to find work in my field here at home – which is quite literally impossible at this time (small, poor province).

I woke up feel excited, possibly even exhilarated. It’s crazy. I know that financially I can’t make it happen. But it was an amazing dream. I was respected in the field (and by field, I literally in the field – digging, I don’t care so much for accolades). People talked to me about it. It was just amazing.

My mind exploded for a while.

Then I woke up.

At least I’m feeling better.

Ellie Goulding – Explosions