There’s this girl I sort of new in junior high who up until a couple of years ago would randomly show up in my dreams every few months or so.  She was popular and rich and she was brutal.  She sat there in the front of one of my classes and just oozed with snobbery, snobbery that I was jealous of.  How could someone be so confident?  Maybe it was her brand new clothes or maybe it was the money I’m pretty sure her family rolled in, whatever it was she was like a god to me, an angry god. 

The dreams stopped a couple of years ago when I saw a picture of her on Facebook.  I realized with a bit of a shock that she was nothing to be scared of.  She was no longer my conscious.  Strange really how I projected so much onto a person that I hardly knew.   Maybe that’s why I did it because if I would have actually known her I would have realized that she was human like me and flawed.