Last night I dreamed of Alicia.
Alicia is a girl. Alicia is a girl I have not spoken to in four years. I
really have no idea why my dream featured the surprise appearance of
this girl. I do not know what prompted the thought.
The dream itself was simple. I was somewhere. I rarely know exactly
where I am in dreams. This particular somewhere included an open area,
like a big room, with a ledge on one wall. The ledge was about ten feet
from the floor, and I was sitting on the ledge observing the activity
in the room from above. The place resembled a large, clean garage, or a
small hangar of some sort. The place was very clean.
Jared was there. He wasn’t on the ledge; he was on the floor of the
room, or garage, or hangar. A car pulled in out of nowhere, and stopped.
The doors opened and two girls got out. I recognized both of these
girls: Jessica and Alicia. They were in my high school graduating class.
In my dream, it must have been the same four years that I had not been
in contact with them, because I felt overwhelmed with happiness at the
sight of them. Jared knew them, too, and hugged them as they got out of
the car. I continued to look on from my perch on the ledge.
Then, Alicia looked up and saw me sitting there. She smiled. I jumped
down (from ten feet up—-I don’t know how) and went to give her a hug. I
gave her a juicy hug, and the reunion brought me to tears.
What a weird dream.
In high school, Alicia was the first girl I had a crush on. We were in
the same French class for two years. We were both French Club officers,
and she would give me a ride home from our meetings after school. She
was a cheerleader. I was scared out of my mind to say anything to her.
Jared knew I had a crush on her. One night, when we were driving around
town, Jared said to me, “I’ve got a good idea!” He failed to tell me
what that good idea might be. We went to pick up another mutual friend,
and then Jared drove to the home of Alicia. I knew exactly what was
going on.
Jared and the other guy dragged me, probably kicking and trying not to
make much noise, to Alicia’s front door. They rang the bell, and I was
just standing there. Her father opened the door, and I asked if Alicia
was home.
She wasn’t; she was cheering at a basketball game that night.
I was saved.
