A dream of digging up the past
Another very strange dream last night. This time I was back in the village I used to live in and I was wandering around seeing how everything looked. It was pretty much the same as I knew it, only some of the road was being dug up by JCB diggers. I walked past that area and made my way to my friend Ben’s house.
I haven’t seen Ben for years but I recently found him on Facebook, so I suppose that’s why I was dreaming of him. I had my old skateboard with me for some reason and I was keen to skate to Ben’s house.
When I got there, I pulled the hood on my hoodie up over my head and went to the front door. Ben answered and we chatted. I noticed that he was wearing the exact same blue hoodie as I was. Ben’s mum then appeared and said that I looked like Frank Sinatra. The whole thing was totally surreal.
Ben was all grown up, but I don’t know why I had gone to see him and not somebody else. The hoodie I was wearing was my favorite jumper for about three years. There were so many flashes to the past in this dream, but I don’t understand why they were digging up the road. Maybe that signals that nothing stays the same.
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