I woke up suddenly in the morning. My body felt like a dead weight as I slowly came to realize my surroundings. I felt I had just dreamt of something close and familiar. I frantically raced through my mind trying to find the dream I had just left. Within a few seconds, I recovered my lost alternate reality. A dream of an old friend. A friend whom I had not spoken to in years. A friend who was a part of my childhood.
As strange as it is to say, this is not the first time he has shown up in my dreams. Most dreams have odd plots to begin with. They are often fragmented and somehow realistic despite how ludicrous the scenario may be. This was no exception. I knew I was at the high school I graduated at. And yet I knew it wasn't my old high school. It felt as if I had travelled back in time to my senior year. But everything was different. There was a swimming pool in the middle of the school. My sister who is 6 years younger than me was a sophomore there. And for some odd reason, there was a giant hand crank elevator that somehow got your family job history and your probable future career.
It starts out that me and this old friend were hanging out by the crank shaft trying to find out our probable careers. He gets urologist and sees that his family has a long history being a doctor (which in real life wasn't true, he had no interest in medicine and nor did his family.) He got excited at the fact he had a probable successful career. When I tried to get the crank to work to see my future, the hand crank got stuck in the middle. It was unmoveable. Just then a girl came to sit next to us. The funny thing is, she is someone I didn't really know or care for in high school. She tried talking to us for a moment. My friend abruptly started shouting at her, calling her names and flipping her off. I was shocked. She just merely got up and walked away. I asked him what that was for, he just smiled and said, "relax it's just a dream". At the time, I didn't get it. When you're in a dream, it's hard to realize that you're actually in a dream at all. I don't remember much of what happened next. It seemed like we had talked for a while like everything was normal. Next thing I know, we are in his car.(he never owned one in real life) It was raining and silent. He asked "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in a couple of weeks." I simply asked, "what do you mean?" He flatly replied, "it's been a couple of weeks since I've been here." That's when I realized he was talking about being in the dream and that I too, was in a dream.
I woke up.
After going through all the trouble of remembering the dream, I just layed there and pondered. And for a moment, I had immersed myself in fiction. For a moment I was taken in by a world where I didn't need scientific facts or educated thoughts. For just one moment I began to think about all the possibilities I knew couldn't be true. I started to wonder if in a weird way, we were connecting and meeting up in dreams. And if we were, were we the images of what we used to be? Have I dreamt about this so much without remembering, that when he said, "its been a couple of weeks since I've been here," he was really talking about it's been a couple of weeks since we hung out in a dream like this? Was it possible that after all these years. we were still somehow friends, even though we haven't talked in years?
Of course not.
It's absurd to even think that way. Whether it was real or not, it was still comforting. I have always been a firm believer that we can always reunite with our friends and family of the past, dead or living, in our dreams. We can be together with those people for just one more minute. The crazy thing about it is, that most of the time we have those dreams, we never say goodbye, or apologize, or feel remorse. Everything feels the way it should be. Even if it isn't really them, it's comforting to know that a piece of them is always with us. (and we can always meet again in our dreams)
I know this is a strange blog and very random. But for the record, I would appreciate not recieving comments psycho analyzing my psyche or what you think is wrong with me or any of that. None of that is your business anyway. Just enjoy the writing for what it is.
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