Odd dreams again… Brandy Britt, a classmate from freshman year and after, was in one of them. She was a landscape architecture student. In the dream I could ride a bike; it was very similar to John’s, and when I parked it, I could actually fit my helmet into the storage space underneath the seat. Weird. I walked into the mall, white collared shirt on, dark jeans and sandals, with a backpack, feeling very college-y… I walked around self-consciously, walked through the Apple store, where they were very busy, and made my way through the “fine dining area” near the food court, where people were dressed up, but I was just passing through. They became less well-dressed as I passed through the area, though, and she was sitting at one of the tables. We pretended like we didn’t make eye contact, and I walked by the table, but as I was walking away I turned around so she could see my face (although I was purposely looking elsewhere). She obviously saw me, since when I went up the escalator, she was standing right there, and walked in the same direction as me… I finally said something to her, calling her name. She smiled and recognized me, of course… We made stiff conversation, basically like two classmates who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, and some strange man started chiding me, out of the blue, about her love life, so I inquired, and she was single, apparently the guy that she was dating freshman year turned out to be a jerk or something. But she was moving on and moving up, working in Britain and Europe, studying in New York, everything… Told her I was excited for her. We started walking together through the mall, and she started doing spontaneous Jack Black impressions, so I joined in, and we walked into a toy store, and then I woke up. A trifle disappointed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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