{"id":406,"date":"2003-06-03T12:48:00","date_gmt":"2003-06-03T12:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/?p=406"},"modified":"2003-06-03T12:48:00","modified_gmt":"2003-06-03T12:48:00","slug":"peggy-xooz-got-married","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/2003-06\/406-peggy-xooz-got-married","title":{"rendered":"Peggy Xooz Got Married?"},"content":{"rendered":"

My High School Reunion<\/b><\/a> is coming up this weekend; the Weird Dreams<\/i> have started!<\/p>\n

Last night, I had a strange dream<\/b> indeed.<\/p>\n\n\n
  <\/td>\nI remember being on a train<\/b>, going from Toronto to Belleville, as I used to do when I first went away to university. But there were a few really odd things about this train in particular.<\/p>\n

First, my mother<\/b> was travelling with me.<\/p>\n

Second, the girl I had the hots for<\/b> was also on the train. She seemed to be travelling with a male companion who was either a husband or long-time boyfriend<\/b>.<\/p>\n

As for the train itself, it seemed more like a cruise ship<\/b> than a passenger train. It might even have been a freight train, because it didn’t seem to have rows of seats like a normal passenger train does. That is really strange when you consider it’s only a two-hour trip.<\/p>\n

My mother and I were facing sideways<\/b> to the direction the train was travelling, which was left to right, west to east so that we were facing north. The boyfriend was a pretty-boy\/body-builder<\/b> type, and was passing the time doing his workout routine off to one side.<\/p>\n

But I distinctly noticed the girl, who seemed to have grown more beautiful<\/b> in the intervening 25 years since I last saw her, was looking at me<\/b>, not at the boyfriend. Another odd thing was that she seemed to be in a room behind a door, looking out at me through the window<\/b>, like it was a stateroom or something like that.<\/p>\n

My mother got up to go for a stroll, and when she came back, she had a book with her. It was the girl’s book<\/b>, but I have no idea where my mother got it. She opened it up, and had me read a section<\/b>. It was addressed to the girl— kind of like a dedication, but it was near the back of the book and not at the front— from either the author or a girlfriend of the girl. The passage was some sort of advice to her<\/b>, and it had something to do with me, identifying me<\/b> specifically if not explicitly by name.<\/p>\n

And I was trying to read<\/b> it as my mother held the book, and I kept starting and starting over like when you are reading a book but you keep getting distracted or nodding off to sleep. I must have been waking up at that point, because I distinctly remember thinking how silly it was to be trying so hard to read something on a piece of paper in a dream— I think I knew I was dreaming<\/b> then.<\/p>\n

Later in the dream (or was it an entirely different dream?)<\/i>, the girl and I were dancing at the reunion<\/b>. We actually started having an actual conversation just like two actual adults might actually have. We were having such a good time just talking<\/b> to each other— something we never did when we were in high school— that we decided to leave the auditorium and go for a walk to continue our conversation. One thing lead to another, and it being a warm, spring evening we ended up making my adolescent dreams and her adolescent nightmares<\/b> come true…<\/font><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

So far, my girlfriend from university hasn’t made an appearance in these dreams.<\/p>\n

Whatever happens this weekend, I’ll try to take lots of pictures and I’ll let you see what kind of losers these people have become in the last 25 years!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My High School Reunion is coming up this weekend; the Weird Dreams have started! Last night, I had a strange dream indeed.    I remember being on a train, going from Toronto to Belleville, as I used to do when … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-406","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=406"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/406\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=406"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=406"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/badinage.com\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=406"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}