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