~Dreams~
I sort of muddled through Christmas Break in an insomniac haze. I think, however, that I'm beginning to succeed in organizing my own thoughts, dreams, and events into the real and what isn't. This is a dream. I'm sure of it.
Over the summer, when Jordan and I split, she invited me at the last minute to come down to her family's beach house. I declined because I didn't want to see her and because I didn't feel comfortable seeing her so close to the split. In my dream, I made the trip.
I went down to her beach house, which was on sand dunes not far from the beach. However, while I was there, I did not ever see her, or her family. Instead, I saw old friends, familiar faces from high school and middle school whose names now escape me. It was like a reunion of people who made an impact on my life.
Together, we had wild adventures. I would take a team of different friends from the central hub of the beach house out every time a new situation cropped up. We fixed a car that had broken down and drove it everywhere. We ran off a skunk that had somehow invaded the diner that we were eating in. Simple, mundane everyday things, but I had a blast.
And at the very end, I sat at the piano and led the giant chorus of friends in a great sing-along. What we sang or what we sang about, I don't remember. However, I was happy and satisfied.
Also, the entire time, I was naked except for a towel wrapped around my waist. However, this was acceptable: I didn't mind and neither did anyone else.
Over the summer, when Jordan and I split, she invited me at the last minute to come down to her family's beach house. I declined because I didn't want to see her and because I didn't feel comfortable seeing her so close to the split. In my dream, I made the trip.
I went down to her beach house, which was on sand dunes not far from the beach. However, while I was there, I did not ever see her, or her family. Instead, I saw old friends, familiar faces from high school and middle school whose names now escape me. It was like a reunion of people who made an impact on my life.
Together, we had wild adventures. I would take a team of different friends from the central hub of the beach house out every time a new situation cropped up. We fixed a car that had broken down and drove it everywhere. We ran off a skunk that had somehow invaded the diner that we were eating in. Simple, mundane everyday things, but I had a blast.
And at the very end, I sat at the piano and led the giant chorus of friends in a great sing-along. What we sang or what we sang about, I don't remember. However, I was happy and satisfied.
Also, the entire time, I was naked except for a towel wrapped around my waist. However, this was acceptable: I didn't mind and neither did anyone else.