Happy 20th, Sonic 3.
I’ve just come back from the umpteenth school reunion party. It was pretty great and had a little bit of everything, drama, romance to solve, and a unwanted family member that seemed to stalk you as soon as you pop outside to the sweet shop…
All set in a clear blue evening, felt like summer. Was a great idea to set it outside on the road of the school…
In my dream, you see. I just woke up about 45mins ago, and despite it being a sunday (where I could sleep lazily lots more!) I figured I had to write this down. You get enough sleep when your dead, anyway.
I see my school friends in my dreams what feels like at least once a week for a good few years now. Be it reliving the days themselves or meet-ups like the one described above; And whilst I’m sure it’s common for people to continuously have certain kinds of dreams over a period, I have to admit these ones leave me in a weird sentimental state in the morning to wake up from.
I could be seeing these old friends and teachers because I’m fairly lonely in real life, reliving a period where one got constant socialisation wether I like it or not. It could be because I liked a particular girl and regrets of never mentioning the fact does my head in memories-wise enough to see dreams like this (not that she was involved in the one above).
But most probably it’s because I still see the faces and statuses of most of these people through my Facebook on a near-daily basis. At one point I was far too resistant to add school folks from long ago, they’ve gone on with their lives to God knows where, would they really want to keep in contact with moi? I was never popular in the first place and I’m sure it’s some unwritten law of the universe that the majority has to hate my guts, mainly for my sense of humour.
Well when you have 500 odd people in the list already, I suppose one more could never hurt. Still it took encouragement to do from my end from a friend. I’d use the ‘both blessing and a curse’ phrase but no, up to this point I’d say it’s done more good then bad. I never have to wonder what’s become of them, for a start. At least one of them remembers my birthday and posts each year, which is a bonus.
Most have never bothered catching up, though; And I get too afraid doing it myself in case they find me as some weirdo and remove me from their friends lists. (Though worst comes to worst, it would only result in the scenario I was in before Facebook. Shrug.)
Back to the dream thing, it’s not like these friends of the past have any bearing for my current day to day life anyway, which would another reason not to accuse them of anything bad. Memories are memories, good or bad.
But, I fear that these repetitious dreams may also represent that my life has become so dull and pointless in the mental sense (random stuff frequently continues to happen in ones life, just nothing I feel that truly engages me for too long) that my school years of about ten years ago now appearing fairly often should prove to be a warning sign.
Or maybe I’m just overthinking my morning. Time to make a coffee.
The Doctor: It all just disappears doesn’t it, everything you are gone in a moment like…breath on a mirror.
The Doctor: Any moment now, he’s a-coming.
Clara: Who’s coming?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Clara: You. You are The Doctor.
The Doctor: Yup, and I always will be…but times change, and so must I.
The Doctor: Amelia!
Clara: Who’s Amelia?
The Doctor: The first face this face saw.
The Doctor: We all change. When you think about it, we’re all different people all through our lives, and that’s okay that’s good you gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.
The Doctor: I will not forget one line of this. Not one day, I swear. I will always remember when The Doctor was me.
Amy: Raggedy man. Goodnight.
I actually wrote a couple of shorts this year on the mobile, but last weeks didn’t publish for some unknown reason. I was talking about puddles.