Wednesday, May 17, 2006

A Dream

I was in my high school during some sort of break period. I was with two young men, who I actually did go to school with, Billy Medford and Brett. We decided to ditch the place and began walking the hallways. For some reason I was sitting in a big office chair, which I did not leave and in fact rolled through the halls in.

In reality my high school set in a building that was very close to my junior high building. The junior high building was in fact connected to the middle school and elementary school building. In the dream even the high school building was connected to the others via hallways.

We began slowly walking down the halls to the elementary school. We looked at the young kids walking by, studied our old lockers and generally reminisced. Eventually we came to the end of the building and walked outside, me finally leaving the chair.

It was recess, and there were all kinds of kids running and playing. Over there was the BigToy, and just in front was a lively game of softball.

I watched the boys play softball as the batter lobbed a ball directly to the third baseman. A pudgy kid, the third baseman was, and he promptly dropped the lob, the proceeded to fumble with it off the ground, allowing a man to score. When he finally got the ball under control the play was over and he tossed it to the pitcher amongst some good ribbings from his teammates.

At this time an elementary school teacher, Mrs. Buchfink, noticed us and asked what we were doing. Billy immediately walked over making up a story about it being break time at the high school and we got bored playing a game.

I, too, walked over and began discussing how long it had been since I was on this side of the school. I waxed nostalgic with Mrs. Buchfink on how things had changed and how old it all made me feel.

A current coworker, Monique, appeared and I asked her how long she had been at this school, to which she replied she came last year.

I began talking about the parking situation with the teacher and then I awoke.

While this may seem a very bland and boring dream to most, and in fact it is rather dull, there is something I find quite interesting about it. You see Billy Medford was a real student at this school and one I had an odd relationship with, and have dreamed about before.

I was very shy in school, and quite unpopular. Like a lot of kids not on the popular roster, I wanted very much to be there. I was simply too shy to get anywhere near it. In order to not be a complete loser and absolutely alone I often hung together with other unpopular kids, even if I didn’t particularly like them. As if being seen with some jerk was better than being seen alone.

Billy Medford was one such kid. I never particularly liked him, but for different classes and projects we grouped together. Mostly we tolerated each other, though sometimes we fought both verbally and even once physically (though the pacifist in those days I deflected most of the punches without throwing my own).

Since leaving high school for good, I have often dreamed of Billy Medford. In those dreams he is always the annoyance and tormentor. In my dream life he is that much more of a jerk and spends his time doing everything to irritate me to my last nerve. The dreams are never exactly the same, but his role in them is identical.

It is in this most recent dream, which he has taken on a new role. For the first dream ever, Billy is not tormenting me but rather being nice to me, if not exactly a talkative friend.


Brewster said...

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And add the letter "p" inbetween those brackets (minus the quotation marks)

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bigsip said...

Interesting dream...

I was not on the popular list either. I hung out with the unpopulars, too.

Is that why we all hung out together at Faulkner? I thought we were the BMOCs there!

I think that's why I hated high school so much and LOVED college. I had and have real friends in you guys.

Jamison said...

i hated HS too... though, i was not popular, about 11th grade and 12th grade I had a large group of friends and it was probably due to me playing football. Many of the football players I really hated. Me and my other best friend (who also played football) hated them all too because they smoked and drank and that probably had something to do with our 1 - 9 average. Though we tolerated them and they never really bothered us but actually treated me and my friend very well (Since he was the biggest on the team and I was close to the fastest)... what fools they were...

mullinz8 said...

Brew I think you should call the guy and see what he’s doing. Though you guys were always bugging one another it’s obvious that in some manner you still needed each other too.

I had a clique of about five friends in HS and we hung out all the time. We had our fringe moments when we would cycle in and out of the flow of the world around us but for the most part we stayed out of the popular crowd.

Jules always busts me on this but was it just because you all were shy and unpopular that you hated HS? I was an art geek and known throughout the school for my paintings and stuff, plus I was a bit odd and loud so I stood out and amid the ridicule of being a freak I loved HS.

Life was good back then! Home was a mess sometimes, largely not for me though, so maybe I relished my weird space while I was at school.

Jules hated HS and you guys do to, I don’t get it.

Hell yeah, I’d do it all again!

kermitgrn said...

Funny, I was thinking the same thing as Mullins. See if you can't find the guy. Maybe he saved somebody's life the night you dreamed that.

BTW: I wasn't a popular kid. Although, most of the Pop kids would recognize me because I took classes with all of them and I generally had a lunch get last nights Homework done cram session with them for science classes.

Jamison said...

well, i suppose i had lots of friends, many i still keep in touch with, so for that i liked it, but i work at a high school now and see kids in classes, cramming for tests, doing homework and studying, and frankly I am so glad i dont have to do any of that crap anymore...

plus, i now get paid to go to a school everyday... which is better than taking classes...

bigsip said...

I'm glad I wasn't popular in HS. It taught me a lot about how to pick friends. I hung out with some ok people, but they were still pretty selfish and childish.

I was just happy to finally graduate and go to college. I knew that once I left that little town with all of those hateful kids, I could be whoever I wanted to be. Going to college was a rebirth for me in many, many ways. You guys were the amniotic fluid.

tnmommieof2 said...

well...i didn't hate ALL of h.s.
just the part where i was getting beat up and berated by my boyfriend

i was in vocal groups and was well known for my singing. but i also traversed the edge of "alterna-grunge chick" as well. but you all met me right out of h.s. so you
know that.

i wasn't really popular with the
athletic crowd...but what i found
really interesting was when i went
to my h.s. reunion last yr i spent more time chatting with the folks i didn't really hang out
seemed that we had more in common than my actual friends and i did...

strange, huh?

Brewster said...

I was all kinds of unpopular. At my school ther were three cliques, the preppies kids (which included most jocks/cheerleaders, rich kids and an assortment of folks that made everyone laugh)

Hicks, which was all the redneck cowboys and aggies.

And freaks which included the crazy hippy/metal kids and the rest of us.

I was insanely shy in junior high so I wasn't popular by default. I was so scared that if I talked I'd say something stupid and then everyone would hate me, so I said nothing and everyone thought I was weird.

Interestingly when I became less shy my junior year I still didn't say much at school because everyone was used to me not talking that they never allowed any space for me to talk.

Now, this is not to say I didn't have fun in my high school years. I had a lot of fun with my church friends. I had a core group at the local church and we used to hang with several gangs from area churches. So I had lots of friends, just none of them I actually went to school with.