I dream of a childhood friend I haven’t thought of in awhile, whom I haven’t seen in a long time — Chris P. It’s weird calling him that, since that name was the joke my 4th grade teacher used when he was absent the first day of class: crispy. It would’ve been the day before I met him. We were good friends, and he defended me in 9-square (a class-particular variant of the handball game 4-square). There’s a lot of detail and backstory that’s lost. I don’t know why I didn’t write it down. This seemed especially important, as the specific dream I had was remembering that I dreamt of him the night before… and didn’t write it down. But I really don’t know if that’s the case, or that was just the story in the dream. I haven’t been writing my dreams lately. Obviously I really should write it down this time… I might dream it a third time otherwise.
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