So, I had this dream last night. I was attending a class reunion. It was held, of course, at the Target store in Farmington. We were all just sort of hanging out at the front, near customer service. There were even booths ( I had my nails done). Later there was a helicopter and other amazing dream sort of things, but here's the kicker. At the reunion everyone was holding invitations that they had received from other classmates to private parties, some people had several, but everyone had at least one. Except me. I was of course very polite and ignored them but inside I was dying, you know, like you did when you were sixteen and felt left out. How is it possible, at the ripe old age of thirty-two, that my subconscious is still insecure about high school? Good grief.
4 years ago