last night i had a dream i was involved in a chase with a girl who i had just met. she was some type of runaway, i wasn’t sure how it led up to the scene that it did, but all i knew was that i trusted her and i had to help her escape. i knew she was full of good heart even though her eyes were mostly and partially covered by her pixie bang hair cut. i remember the black leather shoulder bag she was running with, because it kept flying everywhere. i remember trying to converse with her as we were running. but then we reached a long fence facing a big grassy field, and i immediately jumped up ready to grab her hand until i looked to the far left and realized there were three security guards coming to get us, and at this point there was not enough time to escape because the girl hadn’t even started climbing yet. they approached us, two men i’ve never seen in my life, and a girl, who was in my eighth grade math class. and in that moment. and she took one sharp glance at both of us, and let us go.
i cannot even begin to explain that feeling. but this feeling isn’t about the dream. it’s about her. the girl who i knew in eighth grade. her name is bethany and she has a heart of gold. i remember how she played cello and how she was always late to class and never understood pre-algebra, but she had a certain realness to her enthusiasm that could not be found in the common person. i remember the way she told me she took hour long bubble baths as a way to rejuvenate her day and that she told me to try it too. i remember being inspired. i remember her lead roles in plays in high school. i remember when she moved. i will always remember her vitality, her compassion, her smile. and then i began to think about all the people that reappear in my dreams, as symbols, as a way of light nostalgia. isn’t that amazing — the way we can never forget someone. have you ever thought about how many lives you’ve touched, whether on a micro or macroscale, because the point is, the quantity doesn’t matter. it’s so unfathomable to me, think about it, there is someone out there who may not be very close to you, who may not have seen you in a rather long time, and they think of you. they think of that time you interacted, or the time you did a favor, or they simply think of your face and your presence. they remember your favorite color and they remember how they met you. for one second, a moment is taken out of time and dedicated to you. and we might not even know. i think that’s amazing, it’s like an anonymous letter from a secret admirer. we are all connected by thought, by emotion, by all these invisible strings. the point is that we can’t see them because we have to simply and blindly trust these ties. so many different things in life — whether it’s a place, an object, how the sky looks, a song, a voice, all these aspects are all associations we have of people. we live in a world of people. people remember you even if you don’t. and that, that gives me hope.