Last night/this morning I dreamt that we ("we") were all back in school again. Nothing actually happened, we were just hanging out or waiting for class to start or something. But it seems to be beyond all probable doubt (and that's been pretty obvious for years) that my subconscious seems to be longing for ye days of olde.
"the French [term] nostalgie du passé, that bittersweet Proustian condition of longing for the past, with a rueful sense of regret for missed chances and lost opportunities."
So yeah, 11 years on, my dreams are still dominated by memories of high school, when we were all (relatively) carefree and the days were sunnier and the grass was greener. I guess it just boils down to the fact that school was the
I sure do wonder what I'll end up dreaming about tonight.