A couple of mornings ago I woke with the rapidly fading memory of a vivid dream. Less than half an hour later all the details were gone, except for the name and a mental photograph of the key player.
I went to school with her. Actually that’s not quite true. I went to two schools with her. I suppose you could say we’ve known each other since we were five, except there have been some significant gaps along our timelines since we left secondary school.
We’ve seen each once in the last handful of years, but we keep in touch, as survivors do: prisons convent schools and secondary education being the traumatic things they are.
A few hours after I woke from the fading images, I messaged her, just to ask if she was OK. And I told her she had a starring role in a dream.
She said she was fine, and everything was OK. She also apologised for intruding in my subconscious, but she’d thinking about me the previous evening.
Events occurring in her life had caused her to think back to schooldays and reminisce. She spent time thinking about our years together in prison at the convent school, and our years together in secondary school. And thinking about old schoolfriends, including me.
That’s either a heck of a coincidence, or there’s something else going on.
Coincidence.
I spend far too much time reminiscing and – funnily enough – found myself last week, thinking about a girl from school. We had gone through infants, juniors and high school together and – as gorgeous as she was (and she was) – we were never more than just… well, not even proper friends really. But having known her for so long, we always had a bit of a connection.
We never kept in touch and – annoyingly – she has never appeared in any of my dreams.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be. But anyway, here’s a thought. What if you have appeared in her dreams?