Just recently, the face of a childhood friend appeared in a dream. He was no longer 11 years old but a mature man, in about his 30's, and there was no mistaking that it was he. We greeted each other, had a handshake and a quick man-hug. Then he was gone again. After several days I was unable to reach a conclusion as to why. I simply put it aside. After all, my friend has been dead for a number of years now.
A piece of the puzzle is that for more than a year now one of the other residents of this rather large apartment complex, has taken great pains to avoid me. When we first met, as is the usual thing, we talked about from whence we came. He said he went to a certain school and, what do you know? it is the same one from which I graduated. Because of our ages, we would have overlapped by a couple of years. Shortly after that, I noticed the aversion.
It isn't my imagination. Cases in point: I saw him retreat to a corner where my view of him was blocked until I got on the elevator and it departed; another time, he and his wife got off the elevator they were on waiting to go down. When I got on with them, they bolted off. Another time, they left the fitness center before their therapy session was over when I arrived to do my workout.
All of this made me wonder, what on earth?! So I researched graduation records from my school for several years before and after my graduation. His name was not among those who graduated.
Another piece of the puzzle is me. I invested in a business venture that went nowhere under my leadership. Another resident, here, turns out to be the father-in-law of the person who bought that business. When invited to have dinner with them, I demurred saying that I didn't want to be reminded of all that. That I'd be happy to say hello and be social, but I did not want to spend a lot of time with them. It seems to have been understood, and our acquaintance hasn't been affected by it. I saw them, greeted them, and traded some small talk, then moved on. My, less than successful, business attempt, was finally faced and reconciled in my mind by admitting that I had not realized the success I'd imagined.
Back to my grade school friend. He was the victim of a sexual predator, a homosexual choir master who preyed on several of the boys. It became known among the school children but not specifically my friend's experience. Although I became aware of it, maybe he confided in me. I don't remember. This friend and I went to the same high school and the same college but never associated with each other after grade school. I didn't think anything of it, ever, until now. He had experienced something of which he didn't want to be reminded. Associating with me would have done that. Now I know and understand. He appeared in a dream; perhaps my mind was at work, to resolve some issues.
This whole thing is quite interesting. My mind mulled over events that occurred more than 65 years ago, as well has events that occurred more than 25 years ago, and played them against events that are now occurring, and reached an understanding of it all. We all do things, of which we don't want to be reminded. Unless we face them, we will continue to be haunted by them.