Quick Dream Notes

I had a strange dream last night, involving Leah having a book signing, and her being an honest to god celebrity. The book signing was at this huge touristy cabin resort thing in the woods (why resorts? Always resorts?!  Seaside resorts, balmy island resorts, and now mountain retreat type resorts...there's a tarot reading about this in the future, I do believe...) and the place was filled with people from my past, distant acquaintances, folks from grade school who I didn't really associate with. People I wouldn't exactly look for today, to socially network with, I guess. I was in such a great, beaming mood, in my dream though, I was smiling and waving at all of em.  Some waved back and we struck up conversations, and some just glowered or ignored me.  I remember, distinctly, having the thought about a few certain people "If you can't get over 6th grade bullshit drama, and smile and say hi, for all the time we were friends before that, then you have some serious unresolved issues."  And, promptly dismissed them from my thoughts.  I contrived to be last in the line, with my book, so I could hang out and talk to Leah, some, and maybe help her clean up afterwards. Her books filled every shelf of the place, and she was alone in a huge room with them. She said no, because she had a staff, but she welcomed my company anyway, and we snacked on popcorn together, and chocolate, I think.  Her book was very bright, small, and perfectly square, filled with pictures, with some sort of stencilly or stamped writing across the front.  I remember feeling so happy for her, and so benignly proud that someone I call a friend, someone so talented, has really made something of herself.  Great happy feeling.  

I came out of the dream distinctly wanting to search for an old friend, this guy Kris I used to know. We were friends in middle school, but sort of casual "hanging out in the same group" sort of friends. He was funny, intense, and really athletic, and treated me well (which was a tremendous deal, to a fat, awkward, bookish pre-teen.). But, I never really developed feelings or a crush, except for an easy sort of pleasantness.  We contrived to sit near each other, and hang out, but besides that, nothing.  Then he moved to South River, which was about 20 miles away.  He would find ways to come back to town and visit me, even riding his bike from there to here (!!)...but always it was sort of an easy, super light, super casual friendship.    Then, the letters started. We became pen pals, for whatever reason (pre internets, people actually wrote letters to each other, whoa) and it was again, casual small talk.  Then the letters became more flirty and a little more serious...then in short order, they became downright filthy, raunchy, totally oversexed.  Here's me, at 13, writing things back and forth regularly that make my 31 year old self blush at.  We continued the correspondences, keeping in touch in kind of a filthy way, till we were about 17, then he moved again, and we lost touch.  I never saw him again after that one time he rode his bike to my house, and we stood around in the driveway gossiping and tossing a baseball around.  Weird, right?  I thought of looking for him on FB or something, but I'm afraid it would turn from "hey, how ya doin?" to cyb0rs in about 3 notes.  Hilarious, and awkward.  Not a good idea at all.

I had another dream last night, too, but I will maybe elaborate on it later.  It was weird, too, involving a vampire convention, chili, and a weird pervasive sexual feeling.