last night I had a great dream. I met my highshool classmates back in Iran. Upon seeing them I felt bursting in tears but no trears came out!but I was overjoyed that I saw them..even if it means in my dreams..I talked to them and watched them eat and speak...it seemed I have seen them thousand years ago...I miss my highschool classmates sooo bad...I wish I can go to Iran and see them. they all gather every year at a specific restuarant at a specific day close to new year. I pray to God that I can go and I can actually meet with them....I know I will cry....even now that I am writing this it makes me feel crying....