It started out with Todd, Jack, and I in NJ visiting my in-laws. Todd kinda fell out of the dream at this point. My mother-in-law had to go to the pharmacy and then we were in this big hall where my high school reunion was being held. In NJ. My aunt and sister were there for some reason. Apparently, instead of a party, we were reenacting our graduation ceremony. In some weird manner.
All through school, alphabetically, I was between two friends. I believe in high school there was someone with the same last name as my friend and it put them between us, but obviously my subconscious forgot about them. I'm pretty sure if these friends read my blog, they'll realize who they are, so we shall call them friend A and friend B. A goes before me and B goes after me, last name alphabetically. Confused? Good, let's continue.
So, anyway. After much disorganized confusion, we finally lined up. The majority of my graduating class had already walked and Jack and I arrived late. Since Todd was nowhere to be found, Jack walked with me. Friend A confidently gave our old theater teacher her name while I battled to keep Jack with me. Unknown to us, we were receiving gifts after we walked across the stage. This was key in my dream. Friend A was the last person to receive the adorable ankle boots with the kitten heel. I don't even like ankle boots. Actually, I despise them. I think they're ugly, but dream me desperately wanted a pair of cute boots. Friend B left. She was only in it for the boots. How she had the insider information about receiving shoes for attending our high school reunion, I have no idea.
The guy handing out the boots apologized and said that he didn't have anything for me. I was welcome to select a pair from the warehouse. OMG these shoes were ugly. He refused to let me choose cute strappy stilettos because he didn't think I could walk in them, what with me being 6 months pregnant and carrying a toddler on my hip. So, after what seemed like hours the guy kept offering terrible shoes to me. At one point he even offered me "limited edition Call of Duty" shoes. I declined, duh, saying I wasn't really a Duty fan. After a while, he happily runs up to me with the most. god. awful. shoes. ever. They looked like cocoon husks with weird clunky heels in the middle of the shoes. I declined and then woke up.
I rarely have good dreams about high school anymore. The last dream I had ended up with me waking in a cold sweat after a former friend attempted to kill me. This dream was surprisingly funny. I woke up wanting to dream more. I want to know if I ended up getting shoes. I want to know how many other ugly ass shoes my subconscious could come up with. What does it mean when you dream about horrible shoes? Huh. So many questions.
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