No Falling Down The Rabbit Hole For Me

Last night I dreamt I was in college again and I had to parallel park (noooooooooo...). So that, would be a nightmare. In my dream though, the professor took the class to a pub (yes, a pub) and we were enjoying (aka, getting an education) some delicious micro-brew. So, I guess the dream couldn't have been that bad.

And now I'm going to share with the world...brace yourself... that I have high school quarterback dreams. *Gasp* Well, it's just one high school quarterback. I'm not going to share his name, just in case he were to ever stumble upon this blog. But I usually have an actual name for these dreams when I refer to them. But, to protect the innocent, I shall leave the name out. Just in case.

So last night was a HSQB (whew...that was easier) dream. One of many I have. Many. I have been dreaming about this HSQB for years. He just pops in from time to time. Sometimes months will go by, but it has been going on for a long time. I don't really get whhhhhy I'm dreaming about HSQB, but alas, I do.

See, HSQB was The Man (think "Troy" in High School Musical, minus the singing--I know, must everything refer back to this movie now?) when I was in high school (and before that Junior High and before that...and before that...). He was like the star player in every sport. Eeeeeeveryone had the crush on HSQB. Everyone, except me. I swear. No, for real. I had three best friends. The four of us were always together. And they all loved HSQB. Like really were (as much as a 17-yr-old could be) in love with The Man (they were daydreaming futures, picking out names for their children). At some point (though not at the same time) two of them dated HSQB. I didn't. I had other interests...and by interests, I mean boys. Wait...booooys. And I'm not talking chess club boys here, not that there's anything wrong with that. I wasn't blind to HSQB, but I just never "went there". He felt out of my league maybe. And he was incredibly busy dating my best friends. He was really nice though--a real crowd please-er.

Anyway, now, years and years later, I find him in my dreams all the flipping time. He was there last night. At the pub, taking this class with me. And my dreams with HSQB are usually pretty tame. Lifetime Channel-rated. Usually there's just a look, maybe a touch of the hand. But there is a lot going on in that look and touch of the hand. What I mean is, he's just not in the background when he shows up in my dreams. He's usually like the star of the dream.

I don't need to go into details, but my big reason for sharing this with you (aka, the world) is WHY am I dreaming about HSQB? Seriously. It's so strange. And no, before you get all crazy and tell me I'm totally crushing on him, even now, in real life, it's just not true. My crushes all live in the t.v. (aka, not reality), or in Australia (far, far away). They are nice and safe there. I don't even think about HSQB. Ever. It's not like I'm looking through high school yearbooks, reminiscing, daydreaming about what could have been, right before I go to sleep. I don't think about this guy. When I think about my high school experience, I don't go straight to HSQB, I think of other booooys. He only really ever comes up to me after I've had a dream about him. That is when I think of him. And it's only the ((why)) the fruit loop am I dreaming about HSQB?

Not that I really ever need to figure out the "why" of this. I think I can get through my life never knowing the answer, but it makes me very curious. Dreams fascinate me. Probably cuz mine are never like weird or have that Alice in Wonderland quality to them. They are always "real life". Very vivid, very detailed. No falling down the rabbit hole for me. I go back to college. I parallel park.

Do you have something similar like this going on in dreamland? I'm not gonna waste much time over-analyzing this all (could I be having ESP and he's like dreaming about me at the same time and waking up going WHAT THE FRUIT LOOP himself, cuz he doesn't know why I keep showing up in his dreams? I know, that's just crazy talk, but wouldn't it be cooooool if that were the case?). I'll let you analyze for me, cuz you have the time, right? Or laugh at me. Or pray for me. Or laugh at me. I'll let you decide.

Maybe I should really be focusing on the fact that I'm parallel parking and getting an education in a pub.