In Whose Dream am I?
Morning of April 15, 1976. Thursday.
I am walking north on Highway Seventeen on the eastern side of it and am a few houses away from being home. Soon, I see Barry R, a classmate; a male I sit next to (to the right of him) in our ninth grade English and Literature class in high school. He is standing on the end of a driveway and seems not sure of where he is.
I have never seen him in a dream before or since to any extent that I remember. It seems as if he had either wandered into my dream or I into his, which seems like a topic we should talk about after we wake. He agrees that we are actually in the "same dream" and that we should discuss this later in real life and seems interested in how such a thing could happen. However, I never mentioned this to him in real life.
What I find interesting is, in the dream, he is facing west and is mostly talking to me as I walk past him a bit so that he is on my left. This is the same orientation we share most often in real life in the classroom.
