Weird Ass Dreams

reunion

(I had told this one to my ex while we were dating, via text.)

I had one where I had to go to a high school reunion. When I got there, you were with your fiance, and he was actually very attractive. You didn't recognize me. I was wearing a grey hoodie and a purple beanie, and you were wearing a plain black dress that was fitted and cut off at the knee. Your fiance was abusive, and kept telling you that you shouldn't have worn something that showed so much skin, and he called you names. We had talked for a while, but you still didn't recognize me, so I said that I'd go get drinks, and you could think about it for a minute. As I was walking back, I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I dropped it on the ground by your feet, and as I picked it up, my hat fell off. All of my super fluffy, curly hair came out, and you recognized me. You stared for a moment, not wanting to belive that I was really there. When we had broke up senior year, I took the first flight I could get, with one suitcase and one backpack. I went to france, and I didn't come back for ten years. I moved back to Sidney to see that nothing had changed, my dad was still a hateful old man, and my brother was still a diehard patriot, and now an active soldier. I moved back into my old house, and about a month later I got a letter saying I was invited to the reunion. Flash forward to the party again. Your fiance was the guy I beat the shit out of for knocking you books down the stairs and pushing you down in the last week of school. He still had a scar on his forehead where I bashed his face off of the water fountain. He backed up, I smirked, and he ran out of the doors of the gym. You said something along the lines of, 'but you were in the hospital, and then prison, and an asylum....' which yes, I was, but I got out of all of them eventually. You said prove it, and I pulled out the picture we took together at Disney land junior year out of my wallet. It ended there.