Dreaming of my high school class again, see Dream Log: September 3, 2000. This time I was visiting my old hometown and kept on bumping into them all the time. Everyone looked so old and weary, and I was so beautiful, young and successful.

I think it has to do with the big change coming up in my life this month. Most from my old high school class still live in our common hometown; only a few of us moved out of there. I left 10 years ago, and when I'm visiting it's like nothing ever changes. Same people doing same stuff. I feel bad for thinking of them - some of which are close friends - as losers in some way.