What the…

For the past three months-or-so, ever since I moved to Denver, I’ve been having dreams about people from high school.

Often.

Nightly.

Even last night.

It’s the same kind of dream every time. I’m at some sort of gathering–sometimes a reunion, sometimes a party, last night it was a bonfire on Lake Michigan–with tons of people I graduated with.

And everytime, I’m trying to talk to them, but they don’t seem to notice me. Like I’m invisible. And I’m missing out on all the fun.

Do you think this has anything to do with me moving across the country, so far from home, not knowing anyone? I think it might…

I need Regan to come counsel me :)

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