Strange Recurring Dreams

Last night, I had a dream, and it’s one that I’ve had several times over the last thirty-five years or so.

The background: Back when I was in junior high and high school, my best friend was a boy. The background on that was we were thrown together in school when I was asked by our English teacher to tutor him in spelling. I had completely tested out of the high school ACT spelling modules that were so popular in the late 1960s and early 1970s, and this kid was a terrible speller. That’s how it started. All during high school, we were very close friends, commiserating on each other’s families and various significant others. I taught him how to play guitar. Both of us were interested in Eastern philosophy. Our friendship went beyond that of mere acquaintances. (Not in a physical sense, I somehow couldn’t see him in that way.) I felt as though I’d known him all my life, and in previous lives as well.

After high school, we went our separate ways in separate lives but managed to keep in touch another ten years. After he had graduated from college, he ceased writing to me. This was done in a rather pointed manner. He was in a relationship with a woman, and at that point, she began writing to me. He relayed to her that he felt I had an irrational crush on him (which didn’t make any sense to me, since I was married a second time when he said this), and so didn’t want to speak to me again. Also, he wanted to erase any traces of his life where he grew up. (He’s never returned to our town and will not correspond with others we graduated with.)

I didn’t mind. This woman became a good friend and even later, after she and my best-high-school friend broke up, we still write to each other, even to this day. Neither one of us has any current connection to my high school friend. By Googling his name, I know that he’s doing well as a professor in a southwestern college, but will not attempt to contact him.

What is strange is that every so often, I will have a dream about my friend. This is odd, since I rarely think about him at all, especially as time goes by. Then, out of the blue, I will dream of speaking to him. This is all the dreams consist of – regular conversations with my friend and nothing more.

Last night, we were on a train in the dream. I was sitting with a woman I didn’t know. The train stopped to take on more passengers. He boarded the train from behind us and started walking up the aisle. He got to our row and turned around. Then he bent on one knee and looked at me, and then at the woman. Quite plainly he said to me, “This is my wife and I love her very much.” Then they both got up and walked to another part of the train.

In other dreams, there is no talking. One time, I dreamt he walked up to me, touched me on the shoulder and smiled. The dreams are so vivid, I can even smell the surroundings. They are so real, I wake up and think that these things really happened, until I look around and realize I’m still in bed.

Every time I awaken from dreaming of him, I feel a weird tightness in my stomach for a couple of hours.

Since it’s been thirty-five years of this, I don’t think I will stop dreaming of him.

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7 Responses

  1. Interesting dream. I’d like to take that one apart and figure it out.

    I think he really hurt you when he made the break with you and you haven’t really come to terms with that, especially because he didn’t give you the opportunity to say goodbye or tie loose ends. Maybe the fact that he comes to you in dreams and speaks to you, sometimes smiles at you, might mean that you’re supposed to know that he’s okay and it’s alright to let go of those loose ends. They don’t have to be tied. Let them go. Perhaps it means he is thinking of you and realizes that he didn’t end things right and this is a way for the universe to allow him to say goodbye.

  2. I guess this is what people mean when they talk about “closure”? Sounds like he never gave you the opportunity to have it.

    Did he have issues (family or other) when he was growing up that made him want to sever contact?

  3. Arg. I need a shower and I wanted to read this.

    I think it will read better when I smell good.

    My apologies for leaving this stinky pheromone drenched comment. I hope you aren’t offended. I still adore you even when I smell.

  4. I love Scout’s interpretation of the dream. Time to get some closure, even without his participation.

  5. I have dreams like this from time to time. There is a, sigh, girl from my distant pass that I loved in a Casablanca sort of way. I never heard from her when it was over and lost touch with our mutual friends.

    Occasionally she pops up in a dream. Those are sweet moments, a brief chance to remember on another level of consciousness and understanding.

    Scout’s interpretation is lovely, and makes me smile.

  6. I’ve read it now. I’m normally less than convinced that dreams are meaningful. But, the content of this one and the fact that it recurring does suggest there is real meaning. So, I go with Scout’s comment but I’d like to soften it. His breaking off of contact did hurt but not exactly deeply. It is one of those little things that is now part of who you are. You miss him and remember him occasionally because your friendship was real. It sucks a bit that it didn’t continue but only a bit. You’ve mostly moved on and that’s fine. We all have little bits of debris floating about in our minds. It can’t be swept away.

  7. True, all although I didn’t feel “hurt” really, when he cut off communication. I think of it as a natural progression. He didn’t need me anymore. I don’t think of him at all. Maybe once a year after a dream. The only reason I looked him up at all about a year ago is because a mutual friend we went to school with asked me if I knew where he was, since he wanted to get in touch with him as well.

    Both our families were what most would call crazy. We both had mothers who were more than slightly touched. We also loved our first loves deeply and were hurt by them almost simultaneously.

    This is what I think about people who touch our lives: they are there for a reason. I believe in past and future lives, and I think the people we meet in life are there for a specific purpose and that we may have met in the past. To me, there will always be a kinetic energy that flows between us. I know that’s rather strange thinking, but I’ve felt that way since a child.

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