Anything But Gray

I took a quick nap tonight.
I busted my butt packing today and I just needed to relax for an hour or so.

I woke up from a really odd dream. Well, not odd but I woke up from a dream of someone that I haven't seen or even thought about in YEARS.  It was really odd to dream of this person…..

The dream was quick and pretty uneventful….in my dream we were living back home, I "knew" we were in the Fitchburg/Ashburnham area but it LOOKED like my childhood neighborhood in Boston. It was me, Zak and my brother and we had just left a store and we were walking to a truck. (it was "ours" but it was a big pickup..we don't own a big pickup..) Some guy that was really big (almost as big as Zak) was standing in between our truck and the truck that was parked next to us. Zak goes to the passenger door and opens it to let me in (he always opens doors for me) and I get in thinking how dumb this guy is for not moving. I don't even look at the guy and just get in. I said something to Zak and before he shuts the door, this big guy leans in and like taps me on the shoulder, well more like a friendly shove than a tap and says something to me…..and I look at the guy and I immediately recognize him and I jump out of the truck and yell "Oh my God Sean! Hi!" and give him a huge hug. I was thrilled to see him…..I haven't seen this guy in over 17 years and I woke up thinking "oh my gosh, I can't believe I saw Sean….shit, shit, SHIT….I'm awake…that was a dream, dammit!"
I was so disappointed for a split second. And that is EXACTLY why I hate dreams! I hate when reality hits. It completely sucks!

This guy was a guy I hung out with a bit in my teenage years. I met him through the "CB crowd". When I first went out on my own at 16, I hung out with this huge group of people and everyone had cb radios in their cars and we all had handles and there had to be well over 100 of us. And there were groups within the group. It was a lot of fun. Sean liked me romantically and I was into him but I was not into going with someone exclusively. So we never really hooked up. But we hung out and I really liked him a lot. His name on the cb was Major Tom and I always loved it. I haven't thought of him in so long, it's really surprising that I would dream of him.

I always wonder what that means, when these random people from your past show up in a dream.
Was there something significant that you learned in that relationship that you need to know now and apply to your life? Or are they just saying hi?

See…I analyze crap entirely too much.
stupid dreams….
lol.