So over the past two weeks or so, I've been having dreams invovlving people about whom I haven't thought in decades.

A good friend from high school who systematically shut me out of her life in 1993. Upon waking up, I seeked her out and emailed her. I think she's still shutting me out.

One of hochopepa's suite mates freshman year. Yes, the Jefferson Scholar one, hocho.

A kid with whom I was in a play in 1989. We bonded over a common love of the Alice Cooper song "Poison."

My freshman-year college roommate. Very lovely girl; I just haven't spoken to or thought of her in years.

I wonder if this means the end of time is near. If I have a dream about Jacqueline Bisset or Grant Show, I know to prepare for the apolocalypse.

Tags: dreams, self