I had a dream last night that I was finally at my class' 10 year reunion (the one we didn't have) and it was very lame. Held in a brightly lit, sparsely decorated gym, there were only a few people, most of whom I didn't know very well or like in high school. There was some food, but it had been put out in a haphazard fashion.

I supposed this may speak of something to do with my attitudes towards my past? Or it could just be a comment on the lameness of the class of 1994, which I already knew.