Dream a Dream

Once again I had that going back to high school dream. Let me give you the background on this reoccurring dream and why it bothers me so much.

When I was 17, my father was fired from a job that supported our ridiculous spending habits. We weren't rich, we just had enough to make bad purchasing decisions with the excess.

I was a blossoming junior at my school. Straight A's. Varsity soccer player voted best defensive and most improved. I had a cute boy digging me that I had eyes on forever, finally. Then SNAP. That sound was similar to a dried fairly thin branch snapping in half. My dad lost his job and in my senior year, we would travel to the other side of the U.S. and rebuild from the bottom. This life I left symbolized my childhood. 16 years I had spent creating memories that would make great flashbacks. I grew up with these people. They could easily tell you stories about when I would defecate in my backyard because I couldn't do it in school and I didn't have the keys to get into my house.

So my subconscious feels like there is something I missed and we keep going back to the place where I felt the most comfortable.

Well subconscious, it's time you stop replaying those memories over and over. It's not fair to my heart. You think I wanted to leave all my buddies behind? Just stop. Stop it now. It makes me sad.