I was at my high school graduation. The ceremony was being held in the middle of a huge stretch of moor, although the outlying areas resembled the Florida marshlands I am familiar with. I thought we might be in St. Augustine. It was nothing but grass and trees for miles. There was a small stage set up, and rows of folding chairs for those graduating. I didn't notice any "audience."
I was sitting with friends in a row behind "Bob" and "Apollo" (pseudonyms for former objects of obsession). Someone in my row didn't like their seat and wanted me to switch seats with Apollo, so she could sit next to whoever I was sitting next to. Reluctantly, I agreed.
I found myself next to "Bob." I wasn't excited, I was terrified. We sat in silence for awhile. Finally, someone brought up the subject of books, and we began discussing those that we had read recently.
My thoughts began to drift. A previous dream became connected to this one. I had dreamed months and months ago of a huge, abandoned manor house somewhere in the marshes of St. Augustine. As the graduation ceremony began, I only wished to go to this house. I knew there was a "secret path" which one could take to get there. I had been to the house once before in "dreamland" and remembered it well. Huge, old stones, partially covered in vines. I think the roof was missing and sunlight filled the rooms.
