Should auld acquaintance be forgot....
Jan. 11th, 2023 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynRandom dream last night. Not one of my cinematic story dreams. Rather I revisited a long walk around Edinburgh I had with someone I knew up there and lost touch with years ago.
Woke up remembering how much I'd liked them. I think we did stay in touch via email at some point but I don't know if we were friends on FB and they blocked me or something, or if they left FB or were never on FB. I don't think I even have their email address now. So I think I probably can't get back in touch, and they would think me a bit mad if I tried, I suspect.
But...eh. Maybe the nice takeaway from this is that if I'm randomly waking up one morning, thinking kindly about someone I haven't spoken to in over 15 years, maybe someone else out there just woke up thinking kindly about me and wondering 'what happened to Sally? She was cool'.
(I mean, probably not. No one wonders what happened to me. I write it all on social media if I can. I am not a figure of mystery)
But maybe. Maybe all of us are the random subject of someone's weird out of the blue dream, where we walk down cobbled alleys and side streets, talking about nothing and everything.
Woke up remembering how much I'd liked them. I think we did stay in touch via email at some point but I don't know if we were friends on FB and they blocked me or something, or if they left FB or were never on FB. I don't think I even have their email address now. So I think I probably can't get back in touch, and they would think me a bit mad if I tried, I suspect.
But...eh. Maybe the nice takeaway from this is that if I'm randomly waking up one morning, thinking kindly about someone I haven't spoken to in over 15 years, maybe someone else out there just woke up thinking kindly about me and wondering 'what happened to Sally? She was cool'.
(I mean, probably not. No one wonders what happened to me. I write it all on social media if I can. I am not a figure of mystery)
But maybe. Maybe all of us are the random subject of someone's weird out of the blue dream, where we walk down cobbled alleys and side streets, talking about nothing and everything.
