This morning I had the strangest dream that I had snuck back into high school to masquerade as a student for some unknown purpose. Before I was awoken from my dreams I was in the middle of a class where we had some sort of test and even though I was a new student I had to take the test. It was strange because throughout the dream people kept asking if I was really in high school because obviously there’s no way I could pass for someone that age. I had these big sunglasses that I tried to hide behind. The dream unnerved me.
Maybe my subconscious is churning away due to the automated invitation email I received from a former classmate of mine who is organizing the ten year anniversary of my high school class. The very of idea of this sets my mind to reeling. Has it really been that long? So many things have changed, but in some ways I don’t feel so differently. I think all reunions must feel this way. We are all veterans of our own personal wars, and we return to mark the passage of time. I feel ambivalent about it, but only as ambivalent as I feel about my entire life. There are few people I have kept in contact with from ten years past yet I would hate to miss such a spectacle. I have no idea what to expect… some irony, some sad sentimentality, some gladness for the happiness of others, and maybe some surprise at who has grown and who hasn’t.