So, on Halloween night I had a dream about my father. He was seated in a familiar chair. I was seated nearby. At one point he began to chastise me in the lecturing harangue I grew up with, but I told him to pipe down, I wasn't going to listen to it. In the dream I felt drunk, which probably afforded me the cajones to stand up to him--a rare event in life. He stopped the lecture. Later, he told me my collar was crooked. I tried to fix it, but he motioned me over. I knelt down next to him and he carefully adjusted my collar. Then I woke up.
In other, non Silent Lucidity news, rawr_ima_monster designed me up some new business cards. I wanted something a little showy. This is the logo that appears on the back of the card. It's my initials. I think it's super neato.
In other, non Silent Lucidity news, rawr_ima_monster designed me up some new business cards. I wanted something a little showy. This is the logo that appears on the back of the card. It's my initials. I think it's super neato.
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But you are quite correct.
A girl should always have a supply of descent sized hammers at her disposal for those 'tricky' moments in life
The dream about your Dad sounds quite reassuring to me, as if you've dealt with and accepted how he was, and won't let it influence you anymore, and yet also accepting that he wanted to care for you.
I rarely dream about my Dad, and athough we fell out almost every time we met I miss him badly.
Oh, nice card too
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