Sidenote: My mom wouldn't let me watch that movie when I was young because she knew I'd get scared. Well, I watched it anyway and got scared. Good movie, though.
Last night, or maybe even early this morning, I had a very strange dream. First off, let me start with, I don't like dreams. They're always confusing and I can only remember parts and the parts I do remember, usually mess me up and make me feel weird for the whole day or a few days. But that's another blog entirely. In the most recent dream, I dreamt I went to my old high school to visit my favorite teacher, Ms. Conroy. I went into her class and it was a big emotional reunion type thing. She asked me if I could talk to her class about college and stuff which I did. Then she just left the dream. The bell rang and the class filed out, but Conroy wasn't there. I looked around for awhile, upset that I couldn't see her one last time, but just left, unsatisfied. That is when I woke up, completely jumbled. I hate dreams.
Also, another thing I really dislike about dreams; they always mean something, some subconscious desire or fear. I mean, as an book lover, I should love symbolism. Well, not when it comes to myself. Too weird. Well, I think I have a little bit of this dream figured out (a first for me, usually my dreams are pointless). I think this dream connects the fact that I've been quite sick for the past few days and it makes me feel like I'm back in gradeschool. Also, subconciously, I think I'm missing parts of my high school years immensely, so much they manifest in my dreams. Of course, I do miss my beloved english teacher, but I can't help but realize that she is symbolic for someone else that I'm missing so much. Everything is changing, and it's starting to feel like I didn't get that memo.
Then again, another night will come and I'll have another odd dream that will make me all confused about it. Although, I know in my heart that this dream actually revealed something. The sad part is that it's scaring me more than the worst of nightmares.
P.S. But in your dreams, whatever they may be, dream a little dream of me.
2 comments:
Terrible movie! And I don't remember mom not letting you watch it- she never cared about stuff like that - Hello, Shining when I was like 5!
Dreams don't always mean something. Our minds are complex way beyond what we can comprehend and often dreams are a reminder of that - like a slap in the face like ha!
Also - I want to give a big DUH that you miss high school. The only people that don't miss it are the people that are ugly or had no friends. High school is fun and carefree but in approx 5 years you will re-write this blog entry but insert college for high school so be thankful you're in college, not dead, you're not ugly and that you have friends.
The dream didn't reveal anything you didn't already know kiddo. Don't be afraid that you miss things - its normal, it happens, its life, and you have a very long road in front of you so get used to it.
ps - Love youuu!
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