Thursday, August 14


I had a very disturbing dream last night. I dreamt that I was attending my 10 year highschool reunion. I wasn't any older than I am now, so it wasn't happening in the future, and everyone looked exactly like they should look 6 years after graduation. I walked up to the building alone. I saw a few people I recognized and over heard conversations about old acquaintances. There were two people, one of guy who was a friend of a friend of mine, and a girl I had a crush on, and they were hand in hand, the girl wearing an engagement ring, and the guy kissing her hand frequently.
When I got into the building I entered the room where the reunion was to take place, it was a classroom. I sat in a desk near the middle of the room. I specifically thought about where to sit, believing the back to be too far away from any important things that might be said, and in the front I wouldn't be able to socialize with my friends.
As people entered the room I began to recognize many of my old friends. They all sat around or near me. We began talking about inconsequential matters of life and politics. As more people entered the room got darker.
My memories are somewhat jumbled, but I remember seeing a lot of men walking in, young men, my age, or younger, that I didn't know. I assumed they were from the Grade 12 graduating class, as I was attending the reunion of the OAC graduating class that I was part of.
I also remember looking for people I knew and only seeing people I didn't really socialize with in highschool. Then I began to see good friends of mine. I said hi to a lot of them and began talking to them. One of them, my friend Mike Weldon, who for the last few years has been attending a Bible College in Toronto, and whom I haven't seen in many years, was wearing a cheap mullet wig. I'm not sure why.
I talked with several of my friends and then a slow song began to play, everyone stood up to dance, I stood up too. I didn't have a date, so I asked the first girl I saw to dance with me. She was a girl I knew in elementary school, but have never been close friends with, Paula Graham. I began to dance with her, but she didn't really know any dance steps, she would just kind of rock back and forth. So I got disappointed and left her on the floor.
The next thing I remember is seeing my friend Corrine. She was kissing a really ugly, bald, short, skinny mean looking guy. For some reason I began to get mad, and I asked her why she was kissing him. She said it was because he was the only one who asked her to dance. So I told her that she could dance with me, and she wouldn't have to kiss me to do it.
At this point I woke up. I didn't dance with her, nor do I know if she tried to kiss me anyway.
It's an odd dream. I don't know why I dreamt this dream, and I have no idea what the significance of any of the images are.
Maybe one of my cool blogging pals is a dream interpreter. I wouldn't be surprised if a few of you were. Especially Sister, Crabby or IceQueen. You three are always full of surprises.


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