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mamajoanA very odd dream about Ben Affleck that I had last night.
First the background: I went to the same junior high, summer camp (for several years), and high school as Ben Affleck. He was two or three years older than me but we had enough contact for me to heartily dislike him. I always felt like he singled me out for ridicule and abuse, although in retrospect it's more likely that he was just assholish to everyone outside of his little crew.
Now, the dream: I am returning to my old high school for some reason. I climb the stairs to the fifth floor. There's a bake sale going on and a huge group of students gathered around. I push through them and discover Ben Affleck doing the money-taking for the bake sale. I almost turn around and leave, but then I decide, well, he won't remember me. So I go to buy a brownie or two, and he says "hi Joan," and I say "hi, howarya," and it's all very polite and civilized.
Then I notice a disturbance in the next room amongst the kids. Ben notices too and looks over, but even though he's responsible for the kids he doesn't seem concerned. I go to look and one of the kids tells me that a bazooka just shot through the window. I see a huge cannonball stuck in the opposite wall. I turn around and see the corresponding hole in the window.
But apparently I'm not concerned either because I return to buying my brownie. Ben and I make polite chitchat until he says something snide and I go, "You always were an asshole!" to which he replies, "No, you were the asshole!" I endeavor to explain that I was just a shy kid and he beat up on me mercilessly. He finally relents and sort-of apologizes, and we mend our fences. Meanwhile I'm futzing with the money in the bake-sale box.
Then Ben starts to write me a check for $100,000 as a gift since we're friends now. I start to walk around the table to the other side again, and I say something snide, and Ben gets pissy and tears up the check. I say nastily that that's okay, I didn't need his damn money anyway. But then I tell him to give me $100, but he isn't sure whether he wants to.
And thus the dream ends. The sad part is that I was really pretty excited to finally be done with my whole Ben Affleck hate thing. I was already, within the dream, planning to call my mom and friends and tell them that Ben and I had patched things up.
Kind of sad, isn't it? *g*
First the background: I went to the same junior high, summer camp (for several years), and high school as Ben Affleck. He was two or three years older than me but we had enough contact for me to heartily dislike him. I always felt like he singled me out for ridicule and abuse, although in retrospect it's more likely that he was just assholish to everyone outside of his little crew.
Now, the dream: I am returning to my old high school for some reason. I climb the stairs to the fifth floor. There's a bake sale going on and a huge group of students gathered around. I push through them and discover Ben Affleck doing the money-taking for the bake sale. I almost turn around and leave, but then I decide, well, he won't remember me. So I go to buy a brownie or two, and he says "hi Joan," and I say "hi, howarya," and it's all very polite and civilized.
Then I notice a disturbance in the next room amongst the kids. Ben notices too and looks over, but even though he's responsible for the kids he doesn't seem concerned. I go to look and one of the kids tells me that a bazooka just shot through the window. I see a huge cannonball stuck in the opposite wall. I turn around and see the corresponding hole in the window.
But apparently I'm not concerned either because I return to buying my brownie. Ben and I make polite chitchat until he says something snide and I go, "You always were an asshole!" to which he replies, "No, you were the asshole!" I endeavor to explain that I was just a shy kid and he beat up on me mercilessly. He finally relents and sort-of apologizes, and we mend our fences. Meanwhile I'm futzing with the money in the bake-sale box.
Then Ben starts to write me a check for $100,000 as a gift since we're friends now. I start to walk around the table to the other side again, and I say something snide, and Ben gets pissy and tears up the check. I say nastily that that's okay, I didn't need his damn money anyway. But then I tell him to give me $100, but he isn't sure whether he wants to.
And thus the dream ends. The sad part is that I was really pretty excited to finally be done with my whole Ben Affleck hate thing. I was already, within the dream, planning to call my mom and friends and tell them that Ben and I had patched things up.
Kind of sad, isn't it? *g*
