I grew up in a small suburban town in Illinois; my graduating class was right around 100, and there were only a little over 400 kids total in the high school. One of those kids was a girl in my class named Tasha. She was one of the "hot" girls of my class, beautiful and smiling and popular. This may come as a shock of you, dear reader, but I was not a popular kid in school. My path didn't cross Tasha's much, I assume because her path involved getting invited to parties and things and my path involved fighting with my girlfriend and seeing three movies a weekend. She wasn't mean or anything, we just ran in very different crowds. We're friends on Facebook, but aside from my annual "this isn't awkward at all" Happy Birthday post on her wall, we don't keep in touch.
And I'm fine with that. I don't wish I could go back in time, I don't pine for her affection, and Tasha's really kind of ancillary to this story, but I'm introducing you to her here to give you an idea of our (lack of a) relationship...
So I had a dream last night and Tasha was in it. No, not that kind of dream. She was just there, as a character in my subconscious. We were performing together in a battle of the bands at our old high school, which was basically a recreation of the battle my high school band competed in. I assume she was there because my brain needed a female voice for the song we were playing (mind the F bomb at 0:18):
For the record, we didn't win. Even in my dreams, I come up short.
So my first thought upon waking was, "Wow, that was weird. I should call Tasha," which was a stupid thought because I haven't called Tasha EVER. I can only imagine her confusion and dismay at how I would even find her number. So naturally that morphed to, "Well, I could send her a note on Facebook." But really, (and I swear we're starting to get to the point of this blog post now) how creepy is that? We've all had that awkward moment with a friend when you open your fat, stupid mouth and say something like "I had a dream about you last night," and they can only give you this bewildered, slightly frightened look as you stammer and try to explain that it wasn't ABOUT them, per se, but they were IN it, but it wasn't a sex dream. No, seriously, I swear it wasn't a sex dream. You know what? Nevermind.
Right? I'm not the only one that's happened to, am I?
So imagine trying to explain that to someone who is basically a stranger, except worse than a stranger because they know just enough about you and just enough of the same people to pass along how incredibly weird you are. But then again, maybe this is just my own incredibly intense social anxiety manifesting itself and in reality, she'd just chuckle and say something like, "Wow, that's pretty random," before going about her life because it's not really interesting at all. Maybe she'd be flattered! It could be the beginning of a friendship we never knew we even had. Okay, probably not that last one.
Would you tell a distant acquaintance that you had a dream about them? Have you done it before? How'd it work out?