lady bug on the window

Been having frequent - slightly intense - dreams recently about high school. Not sure the root of this evil, and not sure if it is even at all evil. But I am sure of it. I know also, that I am revisiting teachers, friends, and situations from high school that make me feel sentimental in the dream - not so much when I wake up. I'll see my friends, not sure if they know me or recognize me (not that I can't interpret their feelings toward me, just that I cannot remember my dream to that type of precision). I know that I feel a little animosity, and that I feel distance from them. It is as if there is constantly things going on that I am not privy to - whether it be purposefully or not. I also know that I am routinely being confronted for things I have done. Some of them are unfavorable acts, while others are humane gestures that end up being misconstrued as quite the opposite. We went on a rafting trip in my most recent episode. The scant pieces I remember are being on a rafting trip with people who really weren't my close friends. This is poignant I believe for many reasons, but mainly because I never have been "rafting" and never particularly had the desire to. The classes I continue to revisit are those which were the most cantankerous (thus the most memorable?) and I keep seeing my weaknesses as they were some seven or so years ago.

So I pose this to you, my readers, my friends, my inspiration: What is the meaning of all this? Why now? What in my life is conjuring up these previous times in my life that were not particularly relevant to my life as it is now? Or is it? Are these days passed in the friendly confines of my secondary education more formative than the elite education I received in my higher education? Have I regressed as a man? As a human?