I’ve never really thought about attending a class reunion.
The idea of going and getting hammered with people I knew 20 years ago doesn’t really appeal.
(the idea of getting hammered doesn’t appeal, either.)
But I also have a hard time socializing in groups of people I don’t know we’ll. And I don’t like superficial socializing.
I like deep, meaningful conversation, not self congratulatory statements disguised at “catching up.”
So when I dreamt last night about seeing everyone the morning after the main reunion, that was weird and interesting.
Obviously, it was a mix of people between middle school and high school (subconscious doesn’t need to separate which is which).
But I was a little surprised who showed up first (Sam G.) and who else appeared in general.
My subconscious surprisingly adjusted for age and behaviour, showing people with slightly deeper voices and more weight, where appropriate. Nurses were unwilling to get withing 6 feet (Covid), but were unmasked (vaccinated?).
I was surprised at how many people seemed to remember me (again, I’m the star of my own dreams, so that kind of makes sense); however, that number or percentage was likely pretty close to accurate.
I was surprised at how nostalgic I was for conversation with some of those people.
But that’s probably the closest I’ll get to going to one.
I dreamt a class reunion, and it was surprisingly good.