My house was daddy’s house and it was back in Texas. It was Father’s Day, imand I wasn’t taking it very well, lots of tears, his passing was hitting me particularly hard. I was just kinda wandering around looking at things and reliving memories in my head. In this dream however, things had turned out differently. T, A, B, and H had all done better for themselves. H hadn’t lost dad’s house and sold his car, B wasn’t continually drunk and getting locked up for beating his girlfriend, A had started his business way sooner and was doing very well, T hadn’t gotten hooked on drugs and decided to stay with his dealers.
After what felt like a few hours of being alone in my grief, T, A, and B showed up, with T driving dad’s car. He backed in the driveway and had dad’s CD of Pink Floyd playing. I was still hurting, but this made it better.
I woke up a half hour early from that dream, and just started my day. There was no going back to sleep after that dream.
I wish that was all true. Right now, I could really use a trip back to Texas and be somewhere that was a long time familiar, with people who were long time familiar, but nothing is there anymore. All my familiar places are owned by people I don’t know, and all my familiar people have moved away. I’ve got big changes to make, and with it all swirling around my head like a tornado, having something familiar and constant would be real nice right about now.
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