I just took a 15 minute nap and I had the weirdest dream. I was at a hockey game watching someone I was best friends with in 2nd grade. He was in goal and I fight broke out. He got right into it and without his mask on I saw the person he is today. I saw the 18 year old him. He skated toe to toe with the other kids while trying to get off his equipment to fight better.
When the fight ended the game was called too and he came off the ice. For a second the dream went black and when it came back I was talking to him off the ice. Only now it was the kid I knew in second grade. A much smaller kid with a rounder, younger face. His hair was shorter and had bright blonde highlights. Talking to him was carefree second grade talk. Extremely innocent and friendly.
This dream hit me hard. In a way it represents change. Physical change being the smallest change.
When I saw him as the man he is today he was fighting, a violent fight and a violent thing to remember someone for. The younger him showed the old him. The carefree, stress free young boy who hadn't seen or tasted the evils this world has to offer.
That dream will stick with me for a while.
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