Dream of Dreams

I had a funny dream last night --- about two warring clicks of people from my middle school days. The Stoners and the Preppies used to hate each other. They would meet at a park near our middle school for scheduled fights -- knifes, fists and cops.

So, last night I drempt there was a commemorative Preppy vs. the Stoners fight at Clark Park. The preppies were all grown up -- so tall and dressed in baby blue outfits. One was my friend from childhood, Jennifer -- who used to be so tall, just as a teenager. Another was another friend from middle school, Julie, who also was tall.

The stoner's were there too, dressed all in red --- they lined up officially in rows --- Preppies in rows and columns, almost like civil war formations. And then the dream began to metamorphisis, like dreams do and the fight faded away.

So strange, but it was almost nastolgic, as we used to run to the park when rumors floated around our middle school --- we would run and find a vantage point to watch the fight, then flee when the sirens of police came close. Ahhh ... those were the days.