I dreamed about a girl from high school. Not that kind of dream. She wasn't that kind of girl.
In the dream, that I now don't remember well, she was at a laundromat or something innocuous, and I woke up wondering why she was putting in an appearance lo, more years than I can count since I saw or thought about her last, that latter being when she was appearing as an enemy spy in a short story I never sold or needed to sell. I was reading Ludlum a lot back then.
The dream was a little discomforting as is high school.
It wasn't until later that I awoke to the reason. It was when a conflict at the day job reappeared. It was something that I thought was over, or that I thought I was over at least.
And I thought that right up until I stopped keeping my mouth shut and told my co-workers I'd felt a little dissed by some decisions.
In the midst of it the long-ago face from dream slashed into my mind and I realized some conflicts from back in the day mirrored the current situation.
It was almost like a contrivance from a novel, yet it was my everyday.
Not sure it's something I can use, but it certainly reminds again the cyclical nature of life and relationships.
Yep, sometimes people stab you in the same place.
Fir ald lang syn
3 comments:
"Sometimes people stab you in the same place." Very true, although sometimes I think we also present the same scars to the world, making them an easy target.
We are people of patterns. That's true.
Interesting how your subconscious provided the answer for you.
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