... whatever happened to... ?

This morning, in my dream, I was walking along a path in a forest, and I came across my associate Julian, from highschool, with whom I haven't spoken in years (although I've run into his mother at the gym). He was with his cousin Carrie, who's a bit younger, but used to hang out with him a lot when they were kids. I was going through this forest, and I came up... I think behind them...

... and Julian was telling me about how he'd had his hand all fixed up. Like it'd been broken, somehow. He talked about it as if it was a machine that needed some new cogs. He was wearing a glove on the hand that he was indicating (like a dark, black, leather one), and he might have been smoking. I think he was. And he wasn't nearly as tall in my dream as he is in real life. This is a tall guy -- he was ... maybe six-four in highschool. ... and I went to tell him about what I've been up to, but then, as I was waking up, I had this feeling that I realized there wasn't any point of reference that I could use to talk to him...

Tim (neuroticmonk), you've always sort of reminded me of Julian... Only you're much cooler. Just don't start smoking...

... a less weird meeting in that dream involved an encounter with Marko, whom I greeted (as was our custom, back in the day) with a bençao... apparently he and Garrett (lomonthang) are taking Capoeira classes together now, so I guess they're busy doing a lot of bençaos in real life, not just dreaming about them...