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Hi. I'm up and ready to go in a timely manner this morning for my 500am shift. Back to doing payroll on Sundays, but the break was wonderful.
I had a dream tonight about someone I haven't thought of in years. And it was the sort of dream where you truly, honestly HATE waking up, and realizing that it wasn't real.
I dreamed about a girl I went to school with in 9th grade, named Erin J. My friend Andy, my brother Aron, and I went to her house, for dinner. I saw her, and I remember smiling immediately. While we were getting inside the house, I wound up discovering that her house had been hit hard by the July 2003 storm. I was really sad about that, and offered to help. I'm not sure what happened after that, but I think I wound up driving a moving van to her new house.
A LITTLE BACKGROUND:
I said 9th, but I was familiar with who she was from 6th to 9th, which was when I was going to Snowden Junior High. For three years, she seemed to be a stuck-up wench, who couldn't like me no matter what. She was part of a clique of girls who I thought were really pretty, except for her*. They all intimidated me, though.
Finally, one day in 9th grade (late 1990), I had a dream about her, where she and I got close. Okay, for some reason, we made out on top of the shed behind my house. Anyway, after that, I began to notice her in a different light. (You shut up!) I realized that she listened to the same kinds of music I did, and we wound up sitting next to each other in Biology. Since it was our last class, and I was in the habit of walking home the 6 miles anyway**, I began to walk home with her, until she had to turn down her street. We had some very nice conversations, but it was only too short-lived. I took my little brother out to California in November 1990, and wound up staying out there for two months, going to school in San Diego. (La Jolla High)
When I returned, I was told I couldn't get back into Snowden, because my grades had slipped too much. Teachers were willing to fight for me, but I wound up snubbing them all. The end result? I haven't seen Erin in 13 years. Oh, it's just a passing thing, I am sure, but it really rubs old wounds raw when you have such vivid dreams, you know?
I wonder what she's doing now, and if she's happy. *sigh* There are times I HATE having to wake up.. *sniff*
Here's the song I wound up listening to the most when I had to go to California, and realized I probably wouldn't see her again:
( Lullaby, by Warrior Soul )
* - She really was, too. I was just too dumb to realize it. I couldn't get past the look on her face, which I always thought was a hard stare. I was wrong.
** - I'd rather do that than wait on the bus for nearly 2 hours. Walking would get me home 20 minutes faster. Memphis public transportation sucks.
I had a dream tonight about someone I haven't thought of in years. And it was the sort of dream where you truly, honestly HATE waking up, and realizing that it wasn't real.
I dreamed about a girl I went to school with in 9th grade, named Erin J. My friend Andy, my brother Aron, and I went to her house, for dinner. I saw her, and I remember smiling immediately. While we were getting inside the house, I wound up discovering that her house had been hit hard by the July 2003 storm. I was really sad about that, and offered to help. I'm not sure what happened after that, but I think I wound up driving a moving van to her new house.
A LITTLE BACKGROUND:
I said 9th, but I was familiar with who she was from 6th to 9th, which was when I was going to Snowden Junior High. For three years, she seemed to be a stuck-up wench, who couldn't like me no matter what. She was part of a clique of girls who I thought were really pretty, except for her*. They all intimidated me, though.
Finally, one day in 9th grade (late 1990), I had a dream about her, where she and I got close. Okay, for some reason, we made out on top of the shed behind my house. Anyway, after that, I began to notice her in a different light. (You shut up!) I realized that she listened to the same kinds of music I did, and we wound up sitting next to each other in Biology. Since it was our last class, and I was in the habit of walking home the 6 miles anyway**, I began to walk home with her, until she had to turn down her street. We had some very nice conversations, but it was only too short-lived. I took my little brother out to California in November 1990, and wound up staying out there for two months, going to school in San Diego. (La Jolla High)
When I returned, I was told I couldn't get back into Snowden, because my grades had slipped too much. Teachers were willing to fight for me, but I wound up snubbing them all. The end result? I haven't seen Erin in 13 years. Oh, it's just a passing thing, I am sure, but it really rubs old wounds raw when you have such vivid dreams, you know?
I wonder what she's doing now, and if she's happy. *sigh* There are times I HATE having to wake up.. *sniff*
Here's the song I wound up listening to the most when I had to go to California, and realized I probably wouldn't see her again:
( Lullaby, by Warrior Soul )
* - She really was, too. I was just too dumb to realize it. I couldn't get past the look on her face, which I always thought was a hard stare. I was wrong.
** - I'd rather do that than wait on the bus for nearly 2 hours. Walking would get me home 20 minutes faster. Memphis public transportation sucks.
