Back to school

Sometimes I have the weirdest dreams. Most of the time I can't remember them but last night was particularly vivid.

Last night, I was back in high school. Going through the hallways of Tunstall, visiting my locker, going to class - same teachers even. And, from what I can remember, my entire class was there. The jocks, the cheerleaders, the homecoming court, the good old boys, the normals, the in-crowd, the out-crowd.

But what made this dream strange was the fact that we were there but at our current age. Sixteen years after graduation we're back in the halls and seats, looking at each other, seeing what we became.

If I try to analyze this, I give myself a headache. Am I trying to prove something to all these people? Am I trying to reassure myself that I'm doing well? 

High school wasn't terrible for me (unlike middle school but I'm not going there). I wasn't popular but I wasn't a complete loser. I feel no need to justify myself at age 34 to anybody. There is nothing to prove.

I've reconnected with some friends over the past year in person which is awesome. I keep up with even more through Facebook and I know that the majority of us turned out pretty happy, healthy and on our feet.

And perhaps that's all that really matters.

Now if I can just figure out what the dream about talking books means, we'll be in good shape.