high school dreams...
They were in my dream again. This time they were friends. We drove around town and talked about worthless crap. It was fun, but it wasn’t normal. All I could keep thinking was, “where are my real friends?” It was impossible to tell. As clear as it was in the car, in my dreams, everything else was foggy and strange. I felt alienated, but with people.
We drove in the neighbourhood behind my mother’s bank. We saw the sandy volleyball court outside the one large wooden house. They had a history, those friends, which I know nothing about. I feel so alone, but I also have an idea of everything they talk about. They don’t have very many inside jokes, just cold hard facts--an adult relationship, old and boring. I don’t want that.
In my dream I was having fun. In reality, I just might jump out of the car. I wanted my fun, funny and true friendship. That’s all I thought in my dream and I wondered where my friends were? Those that I was with are neither friends nor enemies; they are classmates I know nothing about.