Not the Flashback I Wanted

High school dreams never end, either. There were familiar faces. None of them female. Men ruin everything, especially when I am placed in a classroom with boys who don't mind their business.

I was there and did not look at them. They barked out whatever they wanted. It sucked in ninth grade. As I have said, Homeroom was like a ten minute prison sentence every day before classes.

Before you say "That was a long time ago" I was in the exact same place with some of the same marauding fools that I have not seen nor sought out in adult life. Hearing taunts in the night was an exact replica of the nonsense I endured back then.

True to form, I complained to the teacher who did absolutely nothing. When I dream of female classmates in this milieu there are friendly exchanges. Dreams of male classmates jar me out of bed at 1:45 far from relaxed.

The next dream had nothing to do with high school. I was talking to people I haven't seen for a while. Most high school dreams are bad. Usually I haven't studied and it is exam time.

That or I skipped so many days they are probably going to fail me and I have to confront the teacher to explain why I took so many mental health days. After the divorce the last place I wanted to be was school.

In many ways I never left. Hopefully the next dream article will entail something better than taunting which is no easier to endure now as it was then.