What does it mean if you die in your dream?

I occassionally remember my dreams, most of the time I do not.  In the last few months, I've had several particularly vivid dreams.  Some a little disturbing on different levels.  I tend to dream more vividly at work, probably because I don't sleep deeply.

However, last night after spending a lovely relaxing evening at home.  An evening that included a great run, yummy dinner, long bath, productivity, watching of the olympics etc. I settled down for a good nights sleep after a busy wedding weekend.  I promptly entered dream land....

In my dream, I was a passenger in a car (not mine) driving down the Rim of the World highway.  We were singing off key to the music, laughing.  Not sure who I was with though.  When all of  a sudden we hit a patch of ice.  The car spun out of control, I screamed.  We hit the guard rail, tumbled over and then hit a tree on my side of the car.  All went dark, and I woke up a hair bit mad at my subconscious for doing such a thing to me.

So, if this means something bad is about to happen, its been awesome knowing you all.  I'm still going skiing on Monday, though.  I can't put too much stock in this dream stuff.

Conversations with my 13 year old self

Last October I found myself at my 20 yr high school reunion.  An event I almost didn’t attend because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back there.  Surprisingly, I had a really nice time, and I have reconnected with some old friends, and for that alone it is well worth it.  However, it was also fun to see how people have changed, grown, matured.  At the reunion itself many of the old cliques were still present, but mostly everyone was friendly.

So, a few weeks ago when I got an invitation for a girls reunion with some of my old classmates, I decided to give it a try.  So, there gathered at a bar/ restaurant in Pasadena was a group of 8 women.   Several of whom I had known since age 5 when we started San Marino schools, most I’d known since Jr High.  Some I was friends with, some not so much.  It was a gathering of people that would never of happened in high school, that much I am sure of, but it was fun.

As I sat around the table and listened to everyone talk about the reunion, their lives and some of our experiences.  Over half of those gathered had reasons why they had almost not gone to the reunion, or gone out that night. Yet there we all were laughing together.   I thought of Pink’s song, "Conversations with my 13 year old self.” I questioned, what I would tell my 13 year old self, if I could go back in time.  Pink says “You’re laughing, but you’re hiding. I know the trick too well…Don’t worry, everything will work out fine.”  That’s a nice message, but I’m sure that 13 year old me would have said “yeah, yeah what do you know.” Adolescents always think they know everything. Still it is true, we do all grow up.

So, I am grateful that I have reconnected with some of the people I grew up with. I hope that we stay reconnected and can call each other friends.