{"id":13367,"date":"2020-12-20T19:34:06","date_gmt":"2020-12-20T19:34:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=13367"},"modified":"2020-12-26T20:32:17","modified_gmt":"2020-12-26T20:32:17","slug":"no-need-for-words","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=13367","title":{"rendered":"No need for words?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I went to school with her. Actually that&#8217;s not quite true. I went to two schools with her. I suppose you could say we&#8217;ve known each other since we were five, except there have been some significant gaps along our timelines since we left secondary school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We&#8217;ve seen each once in the last handful of years, but we keep in touch, as survivors do: <s>prisons<\/s> convent schools and secondary education being the traumatic things they are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She said she was fine, and everything was OK. She also apologised for intruding in my subconscious, but she&#8217;d thinking about me the previous evening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Events occurring in her life had caused her to think back to schooldays and reminisce. She spent time thinking about our years together <s>in prison<\/s> at the convent school, and our years together in secondary school. And thinking about old schoolfriends, including me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">That&#8217;s either a heck of a coincidence, or there&#8217;s something else going on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13367","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stuff","two-columns"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13367","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13367"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13367\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13367"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13367"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13367"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}