It’s a small world, it really is.
My day of strange started sometime between the hours of midnight and
6:30am when I had a dream. I don’t often remember my dreams or even have
them so this alone makes my blog. Hell if I had dreamt about a cat
eating a hotdog I’d probably write it up, but I didn’t. I had a dream
featuring an old friend/crush from college. It was very intense and I
woke up this morning with a foreboding premonition and not a small
touch of excitement.

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I haven’t heard or spoke to Sharon in probably 5 years and to see that
short blonde hair and winning smile in the nighttime brain-box show got
me thinking about old friends. What happened to them? Where are they
now?

So of course I went where I always go to find answers: Google. Sure enough after some digging
around I found Sharon (working at a museum just like she always wanted!) and a whole slew of other friends from college I haven’t seen in a long time. I even found out Matt, one of my best friends from my freshman year, is living in the same city I am! I’m a little trepidacious but I sent him an email. I mean how do you just ‘say hi’ to someone you haven’t talked to since before you were old enough to drink? We’ll see, heck it might not even be him.