Been a while. You know the drill _ I’m on vacation. My brain shuts down when I’m on vacation. I can barely open my eyelids, that’s how brain dead I become. But I need to pay some attention to this blog or run the risk of losing faithful readership.
OK, I have this dream. It’s recurring. Probably two or three times a year, I wake up in the morning thinking I’m going to high school. Really. Truly.
I haven’t been to high school in more than 30 years, but this dream is as real as the gray in my hair. I’m up, sitting on the bed, and thinking about first hour. Swear. It’s weird.
It probably takes 15 to 20 seconds to come to the realization that I’m an aging man who would be strip searched if I ever tried to set foot inside a high school. And inevitably, when I am shaken to my senses, there is profound disappointment.
It’s really exciting to feel like I’m in high school again. I feel young . There is great anticipation about what is ahead of me in the day. How I’ll meet up with the guys in the hallways when I get to school. How I’ll flirt with the girls. How I’ll annoy the teachers and, ultimately, do poorly on most of my tests.
All of these things run through my head in that short amount of time when I feel as if I’m back in high school.
Do you have dreams like this? This is easily the strangest I have. I don’t often remember dreams, but this one is different. It feels so real.
Let me know. I’m sure the blog readers would love to read about weird dreams.
Good talking with you again.