and it woke me up!
It was an odd dream. My Father was alive and we were (the family) all in this really ritzy house or multi level something or other. I think we were moving or working or something, who knows it's a dream. I ended up in a car with my Dad and in my mind I was really wondering how it was that he could be alive. It seemed to me that everyone else just accepted that he had come back from the dead. Anyway here we were driving alone (I have no idea who was driving but I do not think it was me or him for that matter) and I said to him, "how did you get out?" I think I then said something like, did you call someone? I never got an answer, but I woke up when ****edited***** and it took me a bit to get back to sleep. I was at that stage where my mind was making up that it was really a monster or something that was disguised as my Dad. I knew for sure it wasn't him, in the dream that is, and yet everyone else was so willing to accept that it was.
Would have been nice if it was him, but I guess we all know that people don't come back from the dead. Drag (in most cases).
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What the bleep do we really know Roy? Your Dad may really have been there with you!!! You have the power to change your dreams! I wish I had exercised that more last night...dreaming about frustrating British computer programmers!! Might have been the Contac C nighttime and it's wonderful drugs! It makes dreaming much more interesting when you change things as you go.
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