The dream. It has got to be post-high school, for all the players were from my high school. I think. I’m trying to fry eggs, and get them to these men, and talk to them because I had not seen them since we were in high school (so yes, post high school, but who knows how long as dreams tend to not be dated material). I cannot remember most of it, as in all dreams we only remember snippets by the time we are fully awake, unless we have the pen and paper beside the bed (and then I’d have to write in the dark, no, that will not work). I remember I was trying to talk to them, I was delighted to see them after many years (which dates ME, as I graduated from high school almost 50 years ago), I wanted to talk to them. I wanted to find out how they were, and what were they doing, I had not seen them since high school. Come to think of it, I had not ever seen them since, no reunions, nothing. I had not really thought too much about them. The one boy I have driven by his childhood home almost daily, but it’s only once in awhile I think about him. I know his mother died recently. His brother had passed on a few years back.
At any rate, that was the dream. I call it a bit of nonsense, because I have no idea where this came from inside of my brain. What longing? What bit of validation am I trying to require in my life, that should produce such a dream as this? Or, maybe it’s simply a bit of nonsense, something my personal computer (the brain) is working out the kinks.
It's All About the Journey 