A few nights ago dreamed that my dad had died. Me and the family were at a pancake house/saloon, with wooden lathe walls. I was sad realizing that I hadn't just lost my dad, but also my best friend. Then, riding in the back seat of a car, with Jaina and my mom in front, I realized that I could still hear him talking. In fact he was sitting in the seat next to me. Mom could hear him faintly, but for me it was like he was there.
Last night dreamed that we were living in a big huge 2nd floor apartment that Laurie the landlord owned. The topic of the day was again lead. She was trying to convince us that their wasn't lead in the apartment.
Then I was at an art gallery, and there were bowling lanes. There was some game they were playing to, where they rolled a ball like a pool ball down a long track. There were to custodian, steward guys who were there talking to me, in kind of an official way.
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