It started with high school, or college. I'm not sure which it was, it was only the friends in between classes and after school that I saw. He was like my sidekick (much like one of my actual friends in high school), we would sit by windows and judge people walking by and talk about dreams and ideas. Comfortable and familiar. We would walk to Subway a lot. This was apparently our hangout spot away from school, but it looked more like a Denny's. And more judging would ensue.
I had promised my aunt that I would pick up my Nanny (who in real life, died a few years ago) from the airport the morning after next. I asked my friend to go with me and he agrees. The airport is hours away, so it will be a fun road trip. We would be like Thelma and Louise.
I realize the next morning that I have a class the morning I'm supposed to go to the airport. I speak to the teacher about this (my teacher was the Prof. Walsh character from Buffy) and was told that if I skipped class and missed the exam the next morning, I fail her class. I asked to be excused to make a quick emergency phone call and she let me. I called my mom, distraught over my dilemma. I wanted to take this trip to the airport with my friend, I didn't want to let my Nanny and my aunt down, I didn't want to fail my class. She said that Nanny could wait at the airport for a few hours until I could get there. Don't worry. My mother can calm me down even in my dreams.
I return to class and watch in a growing horror as students do bizarre presentations with music, brightly colored paper, and interpretive dance. I realize that not only did I NOT I have a presentation ready, I had no idea what this class was supposed to be about.
My friend and I went to a movie theater after school, and it was crowded beyond belief. Swarms of people were crushing us trying to get in. I don't recall even seeing the movie, just the mass of bodies squeezing to get out afterwards. There was a holographic woman thanking us and waving at the exit, reminding us to keep the theater clean and to thank a veteran, then we all spilled out into the mall.
We left and sat out by a tree, and he asked me to go to Subway with him after we go to the airport. For some reason, this was different than just walking to Subway as friends, this was a date. There was a subtle distinction in how he said it and looked at me. Yeah, it made more sense in the dream. Of course. As does everything. I walked home by myself, in a daze, through a war torn Bridgewater.