and it hurt real bad.
i don't know why i had the dream. it was so random.
and horribly sad. like i wanted to believe so hard that he was alive,
but we had just come from his funeral. and it really kicked it when i worked the next day that my dad died.
it was one of the suckiest dreams of my life.
also had a dream i was running from crazy black people.
odd morning.
oh well. off to work and possibly college with jr?
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