ihavebeenfloated

I had a dream last night.

I was walking through the tunnels of my middle school, up and down stairs, along the hallways. Door frames would begin and then be replaced with concrete, or stairs going up into the ceiling, walls were broken apart at strange angles and jilted away into nothingness. I stepped down a long staircase and ended up on the sidewalk outside of the classrooms of my elementary school. I looked around, spotting the wall I used to throw rubber balls against with my only friend, the tether ball polls, hopscotch squares, the swing sets I used to leap off of. I saw some people down the way, coming out of a classroom, and recognized them as two of my old teachers, one from second grade, one from fifth grade. I ran up to them and said, Hello. They just stared at me for a bit, and realizing that the last time they saw me was ten years ago, I told them my name. They just stared at me, foregoing what I realized at that moment must be the usual faked reaction of recognizing a student from long ago, even though they really haven’t any idea who you are. They shrugged, and my fifth grade teacher said,”Sorry, I don’t think either of us remember who you are.”