Last night’s dream started with me driving down a dark street.
I drove for a while. The radio was on and an officious voice was talking about explosives. I can’t remember what exactly was said about them but I do remember there was a lot of laughter.
Eventually, I pulled into a parking lot and got out of my car. I was standing in front of my old high school. As I walked towards the high school, it started to rain.
Despite the fact that it was very late at night, the front door of the school was open. I entered and walked down a dark hallway. I stopped in front of a door. I opened the door and stepped into what appeared to be a living room.
There were about seven people in the room, six men and one woman. Though I didn’t recognize them, they knew me and they were very happy to see me. I closed the door behind me and sat down on a couch. Everyone was talking about people who I had known in high school and, as I listened to them, I realized that I was at a class reunion of some sort. I asked if anyone else was coming. One of the men, who was short and balding and wearing a tuxedo, shook his head.
My high school creative writing teacher stepped into the room and said she was happy that we could all get together. I sat there and politely listened to all of these strangers who were convinced that we had been friends in high school. I showed them the Facebook profile of an actual friend of mine from high school. They said they remembered him but hadn’t thought of him in years.
Finally, it was time to go. One by one, the people in the room would hug each other and then step out the door. I politely accepted each hug, even though I still wasn’t sure who any of these people were. Finally, I was alone in the room. I looked around for a little bit and then, suddenly feeling very sad, I stepped out of the room, went back down the hallway, and eventually stepped back out into the rain.
I stood in front of the school and realized that I wasn’t sure where my car was.
That’s all I remember about this dream. My memory of it is fairly fragmented so I’m sure there’s all sorts of interesting stuff that I’m forgetting. Dreams are odd. It’s strange how certain details just stick in your mind but other details just fade away.