Ines. Rhian. Carla. Madeleine. Now, what do those four names (or people, if you prefer to be nice and human), have in common?

I don’t think I need to spell it out for my intelligent and intellectual readers. There are a couple of other names that could be added to that list, but none of them were really as ‘involved’ or more than just idle thoughts, really. So, four girls, in eight years. Not a bad list as far as emotive attachment goes, it’s fairly short and fairly easy to go through. There is of course a name missing from this list, but Tegan isn’t there because a) she doesn’t belong on a list of people I was attracted to and never went out with, and b) she’s the sun and stars and is thus not a ‘crush’, much as I hate the word, and debate its accuracy.

Why bring this up though? Well. I may or may not have had an interesting dream last night that I feel compelled to write down. Not interesting in the sense of a sexy party is interesting, but interesting in that it both amuses me and made me think when I woke up after dreaming it.

To set the scene - my father is the principal of a primary school, and he was holding a bit of an Event - you know, with a band and kids playing games and such. And, for some ungodly reason, there were quite a few people I used to know from Smiths Hill there (amusingly enough, in real life, my Chemistry teacher is the President of the P&C there ^_^). One of these people was the aforementioned Ines, and, as people who used to know each other pretty well do when they haven’t seen each other for six or seven years meet, we swapped news and generally chatted. How much of this news was accurate is perhaps debatable - some is public domain a lá FaceBook, other stuff, well, it’s certainly possible that she visited the Bahamas with a boyfriend a few years back. Who knows?

I should perhaps clarify that Ines and I never did go out or anything. She was merely what you might term a high school crush. We were, I suppose, friendsish, but not incredibly close. In this dream, we were merely acting out the part of friendish people who were chatting and generally being friendly.

This is where the amusing part happens. The school has an oval, and there was displays of dancings and fireworks and random stuffs happening. We were having a seat there and just generally chatting (in point of fact, we were talking about how Jarrod had just broken up with someone and wasn’t doing well, to be really ironic) when my mother rocked up and decided she needed to speak with Ines. I moved off and chatted with Duminda, whilst in the background I could hear my mother giving her the ‘you know he isn’t single, right?’ talk. I found it somewhat bizarre, but yes, that happened in my dream. Then, my mother moved off, Ines was a bit upset and weirded out, but we just continued to hang out and chat. And I woke up.

So. What does this kind of thing actually mean? I don’t know. I found it amusing that someone I had a crush on when I was fifteen was told off by my mother when we were having a friendly chat. I find it ironic that for some reason, half of my grade from SHHS was at a random function at my Dad’s school. It makes me think a tad, about exactly what the hell my subconscious is up to recently - as Tegan could tell you, I have had some weird dreams. And, ominously enough, Ines is studying medicine at the moment, in Sydney. cues sound effects

Oh well. At least Ines isn’t Britney Spears. ~_^

rnAlcata’riel.

-Andiyar