dream
I had an interesting dream a few weeks back. My friends dragged me to my high school reunion. I was walking around, feeling sort of pathetic, and really kind of obsessing about my outfit, and feeling like everybody looked better than I did (prom all over again). I think there were some exchanges with people who made me feel inferior, probably guys? I can't remember that part. I remember that I spent most of the time chatting it up with the friends I came with. I didn't really talk to anybody else. I noticed a few girls hanging out by themselves, one girl especially, that I remembered being sort of an outcast in school. She was a cheerleader, and a beauty pagent contestant, and a soloist in choir. She was very beautiful, with super-curly blond hair, but she was ridiculously tall, a very large woman (not fat, but just solid). She had a big personality, a weird laugh, and though her talent, intellengence, and probably most of all, her determination, got her places, she always seemed on the edge of the social circles she was trying to infiltrate. She came to our school in her senior year, which may have had a lot to do with it. Anyway, I noticed that her eyes seemed red, as if she had been crying, when she passed me. I went to the restroom, and caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror on the way out. I was dressed in a formal dress, which was well cut, black, and simple, but slightly unique, very Kim-style. I had my hair straight and chin-length, with one sparkly pin in it. I was chatting with my friends in the hall. I realized that to one of those girls sitting alone that night, I probably looked like I had a lot going for me, lots of friends around me, a unique look, a confident demeanor. What you have, and how enviable it is, has a lot to do with where you look at it from.

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At times it seems dreams are the vehicle our eternal souls have to communicate with our corporeal minds. The only way we have to show us greater wisdoms from outside the games and moments we are caught up in is to display little morality plays in our heads, like some people would lay down parables.
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