more dreams
I have written a whole chapter on my work woes but I don’t want to post it because the odds are better that I can forget and forgive if I don’t go over it again.
So instead I’ll tell you about a dream I had.
I dreamed that a certain band of superheroes were attending the same high school as I did, and we were all shuffling into the auditorium for some kind of assembly. I was friends with the one female crimefighter, so we came in together. The rest of them were spread out across the back row but there were two spots left open. One was by the ‘nice guy’ who I knew liked the other girl and the other was by the ‘edgelord’ but he had put a note in it not to sit by him because he didn’t want to talk.
Since I knew the other girl would rather sit by the other guy and it would make his whole week, I passed that seat and went over to the one with the note. I said “I promise I’ll behave.” and sat down. He harrumphed but didn’t argue and he wrote and I doodled while the assembly went on and the only other part I remember is how flattered I was when he slumped and leaned on my shoulder at one point.
Now upon waking, my first thought was WTF because what’s so great about having an antisocial jerk feel comfortable leaning on me? But the me in the dream was a teenage me, and there’s no telling what that me would be into from one day to the next.
So instead I’ll tell you about a dream I had.
I dreamed that a certain band of superheroes were attending the same high school as I did, and we were all shuffling into the auditorium for some kind of assembly. I was friends with the one female crimefighter, so we came in together. The rest of them were spread out across the back row but there were two spots left open. One was by the ‘nice guy’ who I knew liked the other girl and the other was by the ‘edgelord’ but he had put a note in it not to sit by him because he didn’t want to talk.
Since I knew the other girl would rather sit by the other guy and it would make his whole week, I passed that seat and went over to the one with the note. I said “I promise I’ll behave.” and sat down. He harrumphed but didn’t argue and he wrote and I doodled while the assembly went on and the only other part I remember is how flattered I was when he slumped and leaned on my shoulder at one point.
Now upon waking, my first thought was WTF because what’s so great about having an antisocial jerk feel comfortable leaning on me? But the me in the dream was a teenage me, and there’s no telling what that me would be into from one day to the next.