As I type this it’s 2:30 am on the dot. I just woke from a dream with some interesting events. I’d like to document for future reference.
I’m sitting in a classroom. The teacher has just given us a drawing assignment. I look out the window and see my husband and father in law working on my truck. I forgo excusing myself from class and burst out the door. The tires are bad and they both blame me… in a passive aggressive kind of way. I turn around and my mother has appeared. She and my oldest brother were passing by. I was surprised to see them. I haven’t spoken to my family in months. I give her a hug, but say goodby immediately. She was obviously hurt by my coldness. I was hurt too. I hoped that she would call out for me again with some plea to talk. She didn’t. I turned my attention back to the school. I notice the architecture now. I’ve been here before in a dream, but never in real life. It’s an older building. The masonry is a pale beige color. A large window spans the width of the classroom and protrudes out from the building. I return to finnish my assignment but find that only the teacher remains. I chat with her briefly before heading to marching band practice. I take my place in the parade formation next to my HS friend Manda. I also recognize Erin (fellow clarinetist) and Lea (flag twirler). We’re all much older. We’ve begun to show wrinkles and are all slightly overweight. I’d guess early 50s. Erin is slightly bossy but manages to help us into formation. I’m on the front line now. The band director steps us off. I can’t keep up, but I’m not alone… It’s a mess. The end.
