The other night I walked through the halls of my old high school, now turned to dust and rubble. Probably asbestos dust if I know anything of how the place was built, and I know a few things. Anyway, it was a dream where I found myself doing something or other not attending but in that school. The place was demolished last year, replaced with a newer and presumably improved version of itself. At the time I had a chance to go to an open house and wander through my old stomping grounds as it were.
I was in the middle of a transition, or it felt like one, and I may have blogged about it. I decided that it was best to look forward, especially at this point in my life. I don’t think the dream is a reflection of any doubt about that decision and I still hold to that opinion. I sometimes regret that I’ll never be able to see the place again, but nostalgia being what it is that would happen anyway. I have the good memories. This was probably just provoked by some waking thoughts of the place translated as background to a rather innocuous and almost tedious dream – not unlike this post.
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