More weird dreams last night. This time I was in my high school Spanish class with people from VP. Johnzo was both the teacher’s pet and the subversive kid, the one who stole her keys to get them copied for future mischief.
I’m off to a wedding today, of my college dorm roommate and a guy I worked with in the computer labs there. Personally, I think they’re a bit of a mismatch, and they’ve been together half the time Michael and I have. Ought to be an interesting day. I haven’t seen most of her friends since our last semester in the dorms… fall of 1998? And her roommates after that were people I went to high school with. Yep, oughta be interesting. Maybe that Spanish class dream meant…. something….
