A bit of self-indulgent prattle
This morning I had a dozing dream. For me, the most vivid dreams seem to come after I've hit the snooze button and go back to sleep. They are also the most irritating because I often times remember having a great or interesting dream, waking abruptly, and feeling regret and a strong desire to get back to the dream. This morning I remember driving down some highway when I get a call from a friend from my high school days. Carson tells me to stop at a high school in a small town where we'll watch a basketball game. I do so, we meet, and I give him a hug and feel a great deal of happiness at seeing my old friend. We start to walk into the gymnasium and I realize I've left my wallet in the car. Carson walks in ahead of me and I return to my car alone. I remember walking into the gym impatient to get there, as if I'm wasting precious time. When I enter the gym I'm greeted by a friend from my Master's program who apparently is playing in the game. I recall that this must be her home town, but can't pronounce the name. When I get to the stands I see people from high school, and kids I grew up with in Alabama. The odd thing is that they all look the same as when I left them. They're small and some are child-like. I see one good friend who still looks like the awkward pre-adolescent I knew, and I remarked that I'd heard that he'd joined the marines. He nodded and then another friend from high school blurted out that he'd spent some time in jail. Daniel was a smart, quiet kid in school and I remembered being a little shocked by the news. "For a car wreck" he said and I noticed that he looked a little sad around the eyes.
Suddenly the game is gone and the gym floor is packed with people slow-dancing like they did in every school dance I'd ever been to. The crowd was thick, an incredible morass of limbs draped over bodies. I remember thinking that it looked impenetrable. I look to my right and I noticed that another friend and his girlfriend are trying to get out of the stands, but my friend keeps motioning at me impatiently. He acts like he can't get to the floor, but I don't feel like I'm impeding him. Suddenly I notice a woman in front of me. All I can see is her brown hair and I realize I should be asking her to dance. I say "I'm sorry, would you like to dance?", I reach out, she takes my hand, and I wake up never seeing her face.

Odd that. I've been thinking about it all morning and can't help but feel like someone's walking on my grave...