| Oneira |
[Apr. 1st, 2015|09:11 am]
polyomino
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I don't dream about my father often. When I do, it's in the context of my mother's home, and what's going on there now.
Over the last year, twice, he's visited me, and said, "I do not like what is going on here!" Or words to that effect. He'd gesture towards the living room, and shrug in an exasperated helplessness (as was occasionally his way, in life).
The dream has shifted. This time I was there, looking at some chambers inside some lego models on a shelf. And he walked in. I didn't realize he was around. Turns out they resuscitated him a few days after he passed, after the memorial and after I'd gone home. Massive infusions of adrenaline & electricity. He seemed physically ok, with a bit larger mane of hair than he usually wore. He spoke deeply and nonsensically but was otherwise well behaved. He sort of interacted with my family members. He did not recognize me. |
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