This morning Jr. woke up at 6:45 and I remember thinking while half-asleep, Just 15 more minutes. Please. Just make it until 7. I don't know why, but there's this psychological difference between seeing 6:45am on the clock and 7:00am. It's a mere 15 minutes but one makes me feel like it's reeeeealllly early and the other like it's time to get up and start the day. Anyhow, lucky me! Jr. fell back asleep and slept until 7:30! Woo hoo!
Unfortunately, I had a dream in that short time span. I was having breakfast with a bunch of people I didn't know. Well, in my dream I knew them but I don't know if they were friends or family or what. I looked over at the next table and I saw a guy I went to high school with. Not just any guy. The guy who would constantly make fun of me, annoy me, irritate me, heckle me... you get the idea. I still remember his full name and I highly doubt he would remember mine. Every class I had with him, he always had something to say to me or about me. I don't know what his problem was or why it was with me specifically but he made my life hell.
I remember one time in math he was bugging me and I lost it and told him to shut up. The teacher said, "Melissa!" Without missing a beat, I said, "I'm sorry but he's being an asshole!" The entire class burst out laughing and to my surprise the teacher replied, "I know, but you don't need to say it!"
I was chosen class valedictorian and even though I received a healthy applause at the end of my speech, when I returned to my seat, he had something snide to say (unfortunately our family names were near each other in the alphabet so we often sat near each other).
I can't believe that after all this time, just writing about him makes me frazzled. I can't believe that after all this time, he made it into my subconscious! What a waste of a dream! The weird part, was that in the dream, I was terrified he would see me. But as I watched him, I saw he had three young kids with him and I realized they were his. He was being very gentle and kind with them, completely changed and well, grown up.
I hope that wherever he is, whatever he's doing, he has matured and changed. I don't care if he doesn't remember me or if he never realizes the crap he put me through. I just hope he's a better person now.
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