I dreamt that I didn't recognize myself; or rather didn't recall the time I was witnessing. A video was shown to me by a man who didn't tell me right away that we knew each other in the past, had a relationship in fact, of me partaking in a family get together - his family. The camera panned around the home showing all the faces of a family and man I didn't remember. Then a focus on me. Who was she? She looks like me (albeit a younger version) but the look in her eyes - wide eyes w/ dilated pupils... the rambunctious nature of her laughing, movement was so very unfamiliar that... it couldn't be.
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How could I forget such a time?
How could I forget so many faces?
How could I forget him?
The look in my eyes the brief moment I turned in mid-laughter and stared directly at the camera - at me looking back at me was... crazed.
The dream further progressed to a different scene of me returning to work - walking down a hallway I come upon a wall and table w/ random writings, "Yes,
Fire Hire her" and other phrases of opposing thought on the return of someone to the company. I was the only one that left and the only one that came back...so, anonymous expressions of me? The Me I don't remember that they do? The Me that I've become that they don't recognize?
To my Reader: It's needless to say I didn't sleep well last night. I've been stressed over my return to complete a Bachelor's of Science program with a continuation to a Master's program. I am not having difficulty with the material - I am understanding it fairly well. I am stressed over the reality of what I'm doing. No more messing around - this time I mean business and I'm staking my future on it...
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