My dad had died - I think in a car accident. I was grieving for him, but I didn't cry. I knew I should cry, so I was a bit mad at myself. I went to this pile of snow and wrote about Dad with a felt tipped blue marker. Then Dad appeared kind of like a ghost and was talking to me about what I wrote. I felt really sad and started crying.
I promptly woke up because I was in respiratory distress from the mucus draining into my windpipe created from crying in my sleep. I was sick, so that's partly why, too.
Don't you love happy dreams? :P
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You know, we might just stop reading your dream blog if you keep this up... :P
yeah, have a happy dream for once!
I think I once had a dream where I didn't cry when something bad happened. Made me feel really guilty.
And, did you post all those comments on my blogs? Haha, thank you very much for your comments. They make a lot of sense to me. But why read my stupid blogs? I bet half of them don't even make sense.
I hope to hear from you soon!
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