I dreamt I was in the last day of high school.  It was not realistic, we had computer programming courses.  When I was in high school, the only computer we had was in the math lab, it had a whole of 512 bytes of “core”, memory that consisted of a matrix of ferrite beads with wires through them to write and read their magnetic state.  But in the dream, they were reasonably modern computers.

     But what was central was the idea that I was leaving and would never see many of these people again.  And the reality is that I’ve only kept in touch with a handful of the people I went to school with.  Something I now regret.