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.
2 Comments
Hello Bob,
Well, your “tease” about your dream did cause me to read your blog. I’m not much of a blogger. In fact, my 16 year old son has a “blog site”, and I go there to see what he is doing. It doesn’t take the place of one or one conversation, but I do learn what he is doing on the football field and what girls think he is “HOT”.
I hope you have a good vacation. If you are bored sometime I would be happy to take you to lunch.
Talk to you soon (or as my son will write on his blogs in some type of blog hyroglyphics TTYL -”Talk To You Later”)
Pastor Mike
I graduated from Wichita HS North in ‘58 and stay in contact with several classmates from those three short years. I’m now near 65 and can recall the classes I took, most of the classmates etc. Even today I communicate via email with one of my teachers as well as several classmates who are scattered around the country. Our class chatterbox who has the code name f# regularly keeps us updated on the latest funny stuff and status of those who are sick or departed.
I left Wichita right after I found the road I was following lead out of town, and I was on it. Never really looked back as all of my adult life I’ve lived in California. Now that I’m into retirement there’s a real nostalgia about Wichita and Kansas.
Chuck B